The way Tanis stretched against her by steadying her weight against Sinead's shoulders and was dizzying, making the hairs on her neck stand in a thrill. Rationally, the weight should have served to ground her, and yet all Sinead wanted was for Tanis to move closer, bursting at the seams with the need to know just how it would feel if Tanis put her entire weight against her.<br/>There was nothing about the room that invited it, and still Sinead lent further into the kiss, ebbing over with weeks of yearning. Everything about the embrace was still new and unexplored, leaving a juvenile air to Sinead's touch, giddy rather than clumsy with inexperience.<br/>Sinead's grip shifted, letting go of Tanis' waist, her hand resettling at Tanis' hip as her fingers pushed beneath the edge of the apron; the inevitable feeling of having run a hand up Tanis' skirt made Sinead grin into the kiss.<br/>It was stupid, both girlish and juvelline, and yet Sinead couldn't contain it. While her hand stayed at Tanis' hip, her grip had relaxed, no longer lifting Tanis' off of the flats of her feet. Though Sinead leaned to follow the kiss, their lips unavoidably parted.<br/>Chasing that silly, toying thrill, however, Sinead's other hand gently pulled Tanis' hair properly off her shoulder, in order to press a kiss to Tanis' jaw, breathing a giggle into her skin.