<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)      </div><hr/>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br/>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br/><hr/><br/>Managing, through her hazy consciousness, to offer a faint nod, Mare's faint-gold body shivers slightly at his cool touch.  Again, her skin feels feverish, but she shows obvious arousal at his touch-- something not unwilling, but not expected-- an unintentional<i>wanting</i>that defies all she thinks she knows about love and sex.  He must press against her to kiss her this close, the shapely tilt of her firm young breasts against his chest, pale pink aureoles tacitly perceptible against his bare skin, the stiffened nipples tiny and firm against his body causing a rippling shiver from her lower body to her neck.<br/><br/>She opens her lips barely, closes them, parts them willingly at his exploring tongue.  Her mouth tastes faintly of the mild beer from before, of clean water-- purity.  Her lips are wet as she works them against his, angling her face, when suddenly she parts her teeth and works her jaw hungrily in the kiss, trying to consume more of his mouth-- she fights it back, though, restrains herself from trying to take more, and allows his tongue to dance delicately with hers in a teasing, enticing dance.  Her hands part reaching for him, but she holds back-- instead, she softens her stance, allows her tilted face and lean throat to be puppeted buy him, letting him move her where he wants.