While she doesn't rush, it's also clear Diana isn't shy or insecure. She's... curious, maybe. Learning the differences between the way James kisses and the few other men she's experienced.
Her hand moves to his throat, her thumb passing along his jaw, feeling the stubble.
It's a long moment before she breaks from the kiss to breathe, a pleasant flush in her cheeks.
He doesn't pull away at first but touches their foreheads together while sharing breaths, albeit somewhat heavily. With a demure grin, James gives enough room to read Diana's face, brushing a thumb over tinted cheeks and feeling floaty. Happily accomplished for having caused such a reaction.
"This helped," James murmurs almost quietly enough to be a whisper, like he's afraid to break the spell of cozy affection. "Did you want to head back? I can walk you to your room..." Though he may want more, he isn't narcissistic enough to expect anything.
Diana isn't in a hurry to pull away further. The contact is welcome, as it turns out. For a moment, she lets their foreheads rest against each other. Then, after a few moment, she leans her head on his shoulder, her arms sliding around him.
She'd like to stay like this just a little longer.
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Her hand moves to his throat, her thumb passing along his jaw, feeling the stubble.
It's a long moment before she breaks from the kiss to breathe, a pleasant flush in her cheeks.
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"This helped," James murmurs almost quietly enough to be a whisper, like he's afraid to break the spell of cozy affection. "Did you want to head back? I can walk you to your room..." Though he may want more, he isn't narcissistic enough to expect anything.
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She'd like to stay like this just a little longer.
"I should go back, I suppose."
Fade out ;