[She kisses him back, one hand resting against the juncture of jaw and throat while the other slowly resumes its early exploration of his side. The way he's touching her, featherlight strokes of her breasts, makes it hard to concentrate on her own actions. It's not as potent as when his hands were on her wings but its enough to add on and on to that tingling warmth.
And it's enough to make her startle a little when he moves away. Briefly worry that her touches might not have been enough, that he's finally grown tired of her skin.
The real reason is much more embarrassing. Her eyes follow the direction of his hands, steadily causing a rosy blush to bloom on her cheeks and spread downward to envelope most of her olive skin. Would she like to? Oh. Oh, right. Her mother was as close to a doctor as you could find the Seam. She knows this. Knows the basics of how it works.
Why can't she stop blushing? Katniss bites her lip and ducks her head as if it would make the blush go away. It doesn't.]
Maybe, um. Maybe you should.
[What if she pulled the zipper to rough? What if she hurt him?]
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And it's enough to make her startle a little when he moves away. Briefly worry that her touches might not have been enough, that he's finally grown tired of her skin.
The real reason is much more embarrassing. Her eyes follow the direction of his hands, steadily causing a rosy blush to bloom on her cheeks and spread downward to envelope most of her olive skin. Would she like to? Oh. Oh, right. Her mother was as close to a doctor as you could find the Seam. She knows this. Knows the basics of how it works.
Why can't she stop blushing? Katniss bites her lip and ducks her head as if it would make the blush go away. It doesn't.]
Maybe, um. Maybe you should.
[What if she pulled the zipper to rough? What if she hurt him?]