Where they arrived, was within the living room back at Lizbet's cottage home. The both of them land softly on the couch, and right as her body sinks in to the cushions, she feels Goku's lips against her own. It was heavenly, the way they felt fitting against hers, like they were meant to be. The kiss itself was soft, but deep at the same time, and the skin upon the back of her neck where his hand touched tingled, as if little butterfly feet were walking there.<br/><br/>And, at the same time, where Goku had touched upon her leg, and then her stomach, goosebumps formed, and a small bubble within her belly came into being, at the same time her heart began to flutter with anticipation. She wasn't sure where this was going, but Lizbet knew that if it went too far she would have to stop. However, for now, kissing...that was perfectly okay.<br/><br/>A moment passes and the kiss ends, with Goku leaning back just a little bit. Lizbet watched his eyes lower, glancing towards her tiny belly button. her skin feeling warm to the touch where he circled it. She was breathing softly, low, shallow breaths as this was taking place. Her breath hitched in her lungs as she felt a hand at her breast, fingers gently squeezing the soft organ over her shirt, since it as still tied in to place with Goku's wrist band.<br/><br/>Once again they start kissing, and any thought she was thinking slowly fades away to a soft buzz in the back of her mind. She felt her back push into the cushion that was set against the couch arm, her spine curving gently to conform against it, her stomach pushing up a small fraction, closer to Goku. To be honest, Lizbet didn't really know much of what she was doing, she never had this sort of intimacy with anyone back in Sweden. She'd been a loner there, and loners...well, they often were the kind of people who never attached themselves to the opposite sex.<br/><br/>Even so, it seemed some sort of instinct hidden within her knew what to do, and her body seemed to be moving on it's own. Her arms move upward, gently wrapping around his shoulders, her hands coming to rest at the back of Goku's neck. Her eyelids were closed, but open enough so that she could see through her thick eyelashes, gazing at Goku's face. Her lips press softly against Goku's, allowing him to do what he wanted. She longed to remember this moment, not wanting it to end too soon.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://bedroomarea.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/english-cottage-style-3rwu7.png">[ img ]</a></div>