Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-11588669-20140420031333

Ambrose blinked, surprised at the action. His back was to a wall, and she was on his lap, so he had no way to move. That is, if he wanted to. After a few seconds, the mute melded into the kiss, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. She was so much smaller than he was. Softer. Oh how her lips were soft...his mind marveled at her, admiring her form. Until reality reared its ugly head with the need for air.

He pulled himself back, not abruptly as to not insult her. It was slower, not sensual, but...comfortable. Looking down, he cocked his head to the side, face twisted into the age old expression of confusion. It wasn't as if he minded. Not at all. But he was confused as to why she did it.