[the world could be ending around them, they could be on fire, her family could be watching, and milly wouldn't notice a damn thing. all she can think about is aikuro. his lips, his scent, his hands, him... she has questions for him, of course, but what do they matter when she's so close to him?
her hands slide up his chest, and her arms wrap around his neck, bringing him even closer (as if there's any space between them left to remove) and helping her deepen the kiss. for a brief moment, it occurs to her that she's a little bit rusty-- this is her first kiss in nearly a year, after all. perhaps what she lacks in skill for the moment she can make up for with pure passion. at the very least, she's receptive to everything he's doing, trying to match him as best as she can.]
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her hands slide up his chest, and her arms wrap around his neck, bringing him even closer (as if there's any space between them left to remove) and helping her deepen the kiss. for a brief moment, it occurs to her that she's a little bit rusty-- this is her first kiss in nearly a year, after all. perhaps what she lacks in skill for the moment she can make up for with pure passion. at the very least, she's receptive to everything he's doing, trying to match him as best as she can.]