She has heard this before, her friends. Those she calls her sisters, the adore her and let her know that the love she carries for the world around her. Is the strength they themselves want to believe in, to keep safe. Hearing Dimitri almost echo the importance of it to her, causes her heart to sing... To be beloved, and know that something about herself holds importance not only to her family - but to the man she has come to inevitably fall for. Means... So much. ]
Mm....[ A cascade of kisses that were messy turn into longer drawn gasps for breath against his lips, she attempts to breathe as they break in between. However she is ardent in her measure of his lips. Caoimhe turns her head left and right, pushing down against him. Kissing, her as tongue touches against his lips, the sensation of it she finds to be pleasurable. Causing her to do it fervently, tasting him, wanting him.
Each of her hands delicately cradle his face. Thumbs sweeping along his jawline as they begin to search into his locks of hair. Shoulders perching forward in an intense tension of grabbing him and holding him as close as she could.
With him being on the floor, Caoimhe is kissing down onto him. Moving her hands tenderly along his neck. ]
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She has heard this before, her friends. Those she calls her sisters, the adore her and let her know that the love she carries for the world around her. Is the strength they themselves want to believe in, to keep safe. Hearing Dimitri almost echo the importance of it to her, causes her heart to sing... To be beloved, and know that something about herself holds importance not only to her family - but to the man she has come to inevitably fall for. Means... So much. ]
Mm....[ A cascade of kisses that were messy turn into longer drawn gasps for breath against his lips, she attempts to breathe as they break in between. However she is ardent in her measure of his lips. Caoimhe turns her head left and right, pushing down against him. Kissing, her as tongue touches against his lips, the sensation of it she finds to be pleasurable. Causing her to do it fervently, tasting him, wanting him.
Each of her hands delicately cradle his face. Thumbs sweeping along his jawline as they begin to search into his locks of hair. Shoulders perching forward in an intense tension of grabbing him and holding him as close as she could.
With him being on the floor, Caoimhe is kissing down onto him. Moving her hands tenderly along his neck. ]