Every response from Katniss was definitely to his credit, as the fact that the winding of their legs produced a soft hum against his lips might have proved. She could feel things now -- they were so close, and he was on top of her, and she was naive but she wasn't stupid -- and her mind was racing and she was wondering things like whether they should stop (answer: no, never) or what the next steps were and whether they needed to talk about this and -- that train of thought sort of skidded off the rails every now and then, because kissing made it hard to think, and kissing with the whole length of Wesley pressed against her made it entirely impossible, actually.
She hooked her leg around his, keeping him close against her. That much was instinct, if also rather entwined with whatever cobbled-together thoughts she was managing.
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Date: 2011-10-21 07:19 pm (UTC)She hooked her leg around his, keeping him close against her. That much was instinct, if also rather entwined with whatever cobbled-together thoughts she was managing.