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Kissing her. Slowly, he likes to take his time, there's no place he'd rather be. He'd kiss her but not like he's waiting for something else, like his hands underneath her shirt, her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kissing her like he had forgotten any other mouth that his mouth has ever touched. He'd kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laughing into her mouth, inhaling her sighs. Kissing her until she moans. Holding her face in his hands while he kisses her. Or his hands in her hair. Or his hands pulling her closer by the waist. He'd kiss her like he wanted to take her dancing. Like he'd want to spin her into an open area and watch her look at him like he's the brightest thing she's ever seen. Kissing her like she's the brightest thing he's ever seen. He takes his time. He'd kiss her like she's the first and last piece of chocolate he's ever going to taste. Kissing her till she forgot how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. He'd come away and ask her what 2 + 2 and listen to her say his name in answer.
