That smirk. When he smirked at her she felt like slapping it off his face. But at the same time it encouraged her, making her desperate to please him.<br/><br/>As the waves subsided, she started moving again, but it was much slower. The break they had had from each other had left her needing more. she kissed him again, but now it was less passionate, it was slow, and familiar. She could feel herself taking down a wall, one she hadn't intended to dismantle.