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"Preferably..." She trailed off, smirking at him. |
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Noah smiled and stood, scooping her up and carrying her over to their bedroom. |
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She wasn't expecting him to scoop her up, letting out a small giggle as he did. Emery waited until he set her down, still smirking up at him as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her. |
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Noah smiled and settled over her, kissing her. |
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Emery laced her hands into his hair, kissing him back. |
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Noah smiled, kissing her back, hands slipping under her top. |
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Her breath hitched as she felt Noah's hands underneath her top, warm against her skin. Emery weakened slightly, keeping her hands in his hair. |
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Noah just held her waist, her buttermilk-soft skin underneath the callouses of his hands. He kept kissing her, only taking short, one second breaks for a single breath of air. |
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Emery could feel herself relax more as the two continued, feeling his grip on her waist and the callouses on his hands. She kept her lips to his besides when he pulled away for a short breath, her doing so as well. |
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Noah just kept kissing her, letting her decide when she was ready to progress further. |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
