[ Pietro takes in a breath just before she kisses him, his lips already moving with a preparedness to take in the kiss. Fingers brace against her neck, firmly stroking it to the nape as his thumb strolls over her cheek.
This isn't uncommon, kissing a woman he just met, but he always treats each encounter like a new one, no woman being a toss away, always taking in every breath, every touch.
The remaining hand finds her waist, rising up and down her side, tangling with the fabric of her shirt, kneading at her hips beneath it as his mouth parts, hers teased by the flick of his tongue. ]
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This isn't uncommon, kissing a woman he just met, but he always treats each encounter like a new one, no woman being a toss away, always taking in every breath, every touch.
The remaining hand finds her waist, rising up and down her side, tangling with the fabric of her shirt, kneading at her hips beneath it as his mouth parts, hers teased by the flick of his tongue. ]