[His lips are softer than Malik's too, to be honest. She remembers how the rest of his body was as well, when they'd cuddled after their Valentine's romp. Maybe those memories are why it feels the same here. But that was never really his body, was it? Thinking on that, she wonders why he appears to be the same even inside her soul. Maybe it's just so she will recognize him. Or maybe even he doesn't remember what he should be like. But either way, his hand trailing against her feels unusually tender, more than she would attribute to the man. Especially when he's grinning.
So she really has no idea why she feels so surprised when she's suddenly pinned against her chair. Nevertheless, she makes a noise of alarm.]
Mm- aah?! [But there's nowhere for her to retreat to, with him already pushing her down as far as she can go into the chair. As Harriet's arms reflexively jerk out, she's reminded that they're still tightly bound together as well, and her squirming has never amounted to much. More importantly, the cost of voicing her uneasiness was opening her mouth before his greedy lips. She's entirely captive to his fierce kiss. The way this feels has her blushing furiously - no one has ever dominated her like this before, especially not awkward, teenage Malik. Her head is screaming and she can't be sure if it's because she's mortified or turned on. Of course, in the peripheral garden, her flowers are in dazzling bloom.]
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So she really has no idea why she feels so surprised when she's suddenly pinned against her chair. Nevertheless, she makes a noise of alarm.]
Mm- aah?! [But there's nowhere for her to retreat to, with him already pushing her down as far as she can go into the chair. As Harriet's arms reflexively jerk out, she's reminded that they're still tightly bound together as well, and her squirming has never amounted to much. More importantly, the cost of voicing her uneasiness was opening her mouth before his greedy lips. She's entirely captive to his fierce kiss. The way this feels has her blushing furiously - no one has ever dominated her like this before, especially not awkward, teenage Malik. Her head is screaming and she can't be sure if it's because she's mortified or turned on. Of course, in the peripheral garden, her flowers are in dazzling bloom.]