She shivers at the touch of his hand, first on her back and then lower, and when he pulls her into his lap she leans into him both for warmth and support. It's strange (and, if she's being honest, thrilling) to feel the touch of his hand against her bare skin, but part of her wonders if she could become used to it.
(A much larger part of her scolds herself for such a thought; this is a one-time thing. Surely Saitou wouldn't want to do it again, and even if he did, there are regulations...)
Her lips part when she feels the touch of his tongue against them and she lets him in, her own tongue coming to meet his and get a taste of him even as she lets him explore her mouth as he pleases. She doesn't want to make this more difficult for him - but it's an almost overwhelming feeling, being this close to him in so many different ways, and she can help but make a soft noise into the kiss:
"Mm..."
It's not one of discomfort, certainly. It sounds more like pleasure, and the way she releases her hold on his clothing to wrap her arms around him instead and pull herself closer (he can probably feel the way her heart is racing, now) only serves to reaffirm that.
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(A much larger part of her scolds herself for such a thought; this is a one-time thing. Surely Saitou wouldn't want to do it again, and even if he did, there are regulations...)
Her lips part when she feels the touch of his tongue against them and she lets him in, her own tongue coming to meet his and get a taste of him even as she lets him explore her mouth as he pleases. She doesn't want to make this more difficult for him - but it's an almost overwhelming feeling, being this close to him in so many different ways, and she can help but make a soft noise into the kiss:
"Mm..."
It's not one of discomfort, certainly. It sounds more like pleasure, and the way she releases her hold on his clothing to wrap her arms around him instead and pull herself closer (he can probably feel the way her heart is racing, now) only serves to reaffirm that.