[ Her kiss is soft and yielding, her body inching closer to his each passing moment. Her fingers curl against the fabric of his pants, just a little. Her contentment comes out in a soft hum against his lips, seeking to deepen the kiss a bit more.]
[ He echoes her quietly with his own little groan of contentment. There's barely any space left between them now, as their kiss has gone from tentative and experimental to something a little more passionate. ]
[ She moves, moves to climb onto his lap, straddling his legs on her knees. Okay, so it's a little pushy but she wants to be closer and this is how she does it.
Her hands slide restlessly down his neck and shoulders, over his chest and then follow the same path back again.]
[ Isaac doesn't mind in the slightest bit. The hand that isn't holding onto her still, wiggles its way between them to start plucking at the buttons of his shirt, working them free one by one, so that eventually, her hands can slide over bare skin instead. ]
[ She moves to help him, fingers working from the bottom up as he works the opposite way. It takes no time to get the shirt unbuttoned and her hands on his bare chest, hands and lips, that is. She breaks their kiss to lean down and drag her lips along his chest, hips flexing above his as her hands move to push his shirt off his shoulders.]
[ Isaac finishes shrugging out of the shirt, letting it drop off the side of the bed and onto the floor. He groans slightly at the feeling of Caroline's lips blazing a trail down his now-bare chest. ]
[ She kisses his chest a few more times before she leans back, moving to pull her own shirt up and off. At least, she starts to before she grins at him--] We're doing this, right?
[ her shirt and bra are quickly shed and tossed the way of his shirt, her mouth moving to press to his before he can really get a good look. it's just a tease, to taunt him into taking control of the situation, if he wants.]
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Her hands slide restlessly down his neck and shoulders, over his chest and then follow the same path back again.]
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