<div class="floatright">(https://www.gannett-cdn.com/-mm-/eda0939bf9716bbdabc82a495264f5fe04a93ac1/c=0-82-877-575/local/-/media/2016/01/23/USATODAY/usatsports/olivia-wilde-22.jpg?width=3200&amp;height=1680&amp;fit=crop)</div><br/>'<em><strong>Don't</strong></em>' - would have possibly put an end to it then and there. With enough conviction, with enough emphasis, Olivia could find herself retreating, blaming any number of things for the foolish idea early on. However, as every second passed, she had the narrative of signals to go on. Olivia wanted something, and she was curious to see if she couldn't play with this beauty a little more before retiring for the night.<br/><br/>The shaking hand lifted by Jaclyn however, Olivia does<em>not</em>back down from. She instead plays into it, taking another step forward so that her stomach gently presses against the hand itself. One of Olivia's arms reach for that hand, looking to raise it a bit higher, so that she can press a light kiss to the back of it. Olivia's other hand reaches for Jaclyn's head. A small grazing of fingertips tickling and tracing at her scalp. The softest of invasions.<br/><br/>She doesn't settle for a single kiss to the back of Jaclyn's hand. Instead she seems to make a small example of it. Two... three... four light kisses in between words spoken in response.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>"Jaclyn."</em></span><br/><br/>It's almost as if Olivia is putting the pressure on Jaclyn to outright reject her by some forceful withdrawl or stronger pull. Olivia, setting the tone seeks out that initiative with just enough force to be direct and encouraging, but not necessarily overbearing. If Jaclyn allowed, what she'd find was Olivia's motion now swaying to slowly pass a leg over both her knees. It was a modest gliding gesture, but one from which she could lower herself to take a seat finally.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>"I've missed you..."</em></span>she'd utter, bringing the forearm of the hand she'd just kissed to her shoulder, again, effectively<em>encouraging</em>Jaclyn to rest it on her shoulder in a fitting manner. Olivia's interest in the hand itself seeming put behind her just as the hand itself was drawn to rest behind her; leaving Jaclyn's eyes and face to occupy her gaze.