[Cruel in the best way. She draws her finger along the base of his neck, her nails slipping beneath his scarf, scratching teasingly against the ridges and joints in his metal frame; her other hand slides into the center of his back as she tilts her head to one side, giving him plenty of room as she pulls him closer. She leans back at the same time, making herself comfy against the wall of the barrier just in case his kissing game is so good that she feels weak in the knees.
She's not expecting that, of course, but it's best to be prepared.]
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You are cruel to make a lady wait, Scaramouche.
[Cruel in the best way. She draws her finger along the base of his neck, her nails slipping beneath his scarf, scratching teasingly against the ridges and joints in his metal frame; her other hand slides into the center of his back as she tilts her head to one side, giving him plenty of room as she pulls him closer. She leans back at the same time, making herself comfy against the wall of the barrier just in case his kissing game is so good that she feels weak in the knees.
She's not expecting that, of course, but it's best to be prepared.]