[ That desire, while unvoiced, comes through loud and clear in the shade of pink his cheeks take on, and the way his eyes refuse to meet hers. And while Lyric didn't kiss him with these (or any) intentions, she is painfully young and human. Exciteable, despite any attempts she makes to remain responsibly in control. The shock over just how much she's capable of getting to Leonard's long since faded, but there's still an undeniable impact. Lyric's not quite as pink, but were he to look down at her, he might see that dusting of color on her cheeks. ]
Well. [ She shifts in his lap, her restlessness betrayed through the tap tap tap of her fingers against his back. ] Now I think I'd like more.
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Well. [ She shifts in his lap, her restlessness betrayed through the tap tap tap of her fingers against his back. ] Now I think I'd like more.