Combeferre shifted closer on the sofa - just slightly, just enough to slide his hand down to the small of Sybil’s back. Encouraged by her enthusiasm, he pressed the kiss a bit deeper, too, with a murmur that was not really made of words. He knew he was becoming breathless, and could feel a flush on his brow, but did not yet want to pull away.
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Date: 2014-01-03 02:14 pm (UTC)