[Her enthusiasm has Scaramouche's optics growing wide again; he flashes her a playful grin. Once she's settled herself on the counter top, he moves in, not wasting any time. He tilts his head and brings his mouth down to hers, pressing both his hands against her back and pulling her in close. He gives a long, appreciative hum, his shoulders relaxing as he melts against her, leaning heavily into her embrace.
He breaks away from her lips to pepper a trail of kisses down the front of her neck.]
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He breaks away from her lips to pepper a trail of kisses down the front of her neck.]