[She lets out a little huff that might be a laugh, her expression warm, that wave of nervousness passing.]
[Drily:] So I have been told.
[But it means more than it has in the past, given the situation. It isn't a well-mannered comment or even a lecherous one, isn't said in a manner that suggests beauty is all she is and all she should aspire to be; it's simply a compliment, without any attachments or caveats. She likes that.]
[She smiles, and after a split second's thought, leans in to kiss him on the mouth, one strong hand coming up to tangle in his hair. The other hand continues to explore him, running down his chest and flattening for a moment against his belly.]
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[Drily:] So I have been told.
[But it means more than it has in the past, given the situation. It isn't a well-mannered comment or even a lecherous one, isn't said in a manner that suggests beauty is all she is and all she should aspire to be; it's simply a compliment, without any attachments or caveats. She likes that.]
[She smiles, and after a split second's thought, leans in to kiss him on the mouth, one strong hand coming up to tangle in his hair. The other hand continues to explore him, running down his chest and flattening for a moment against his belly.]