[She rolls her eyes at him.] And yet somehow, it's usually your last. [Usually there's a flicker of nervousness when she senses his irritation, or that darkness passes across his face, but right now she just feels a mild irritation. He just always has to be the one doing the bossing.
She yelps when he yanks her back in, and whacks his shoulder hard (yet playfully) before melting back into the kisses. She tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls him back down.]
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She yelps when he yanks her back in, and whacks his shoulder hard (yet playfully) before melting back into the kisses. She tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls him back down.]