[Alucard's smile is razor sharp, aware that they've both reached the same conclusion about where this is probably going to end. It's hardly the first time the library's bore witness to this, and it won't be the last.
He does pull back though, because it is far better for him to bury his face into her shoulder. To use one hand to tug at fabric, exposing skin, and then apply a flurry of kisses to what he can reach. It means that there's more hair for Sypha to take in hand, and that some of it falls down and out, brushing against her chest, a few flyaways sticking to the fabric of the sofa itself.
What he isn't kissing (and never kisses without explicit permission) is her neck.]
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[Alucard's smile is razor sharp, aware that they've both reached the same conclusion about where this is probably going to end. It's hardly the first time the library's bore witness to this, and it won't be the last.
He does pull back though, because it is far better for him to bury his face into her shoulder. To use one hand to tug at fabric, exposing skin, and then apply a flurry of kisses to what he can reach. It means that there's more hair for Sypha to take in hand, and that some of it falls down and out, brushing against her chest, a few flyaways sticking to the fabric of the sofa itself.
What he isn't kissing (and never kisses without explicit permission) is her neck.]