Neville was still thinking about kissing her, even when he fell to his back. There wasn't a lot of time to really think about anything, but he was still trying to figure out if this was going to be a night filled with all those things that had taken place in the Greenhouse. He certainly wasn't going to complain with that, seeing as the idea of suggesting having a chat about classes didn't even seem possible at the moment.
But then Neville forgot how to think. And speak. And breathe. One second Linda was still there, sitting, and the next he felt her weight, her warmth, her scent, climbing up top him, leaving no space in between their bodies. Hands, slipping up his chest, skirt, moving up, hips...moving into...hips...it was hard to process, and Neville opened his mouth to speak but no words could come out before she had kissed him again. Suddenly his body almost felt like it was on fire, and things down below certainly weren't playing nice anymore. Both of his hands moved up to touch her hips, but they made contact with the back of her thighs, which he noticed had become bare.
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