She kisses back eagerly, clings to him, leans and writhes into his hands. It isn't as if there was any doubt that she was uncontestedly Andrew's Girl... but it never hurts to have that rather tactically confirmed. As the continue... and continue... she's so worked up the flickering is rising beneath her eyelids, and the sparks start on her skin.
She doesn't hold them back, too busy savoring what she's feeling.
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