[ She probably had a few more bits of romantic espousing for him, but with them that close, with her feeling his heart beat against hers, chest to chest, forehead to forehead... She could only close the distance between their lips, heat in the motion, in the embrace, parting her lips immediately to press her tongue to his, immediate and demanding.
Slate blue hair shifted to crimson... for the first time with him in what felt like an agonizingly long time, her truest self for him... and not stopping there. Her hands shifted to her dress, pulling loose the ties that held it in place, having deliberately selected something easy to find herself out of... ]
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Slate blue hair shifted to crimson... for the first time with him in what felt like an agonizingly long time, her truest self for him... and not stopping there. Her hands shifted to her dress, pulling loose the ties that held it in place, having deliberately selected something easy to find herself out of... ]