[because he hasn't forgotten that feeling of Mars' want, either. the spark in the pit of his stomach as he felt Mars' interest, swirling around with his own... it had been intoxicating, and he wanted to feel it more.]
[and Mars stops at the threshold of his room, turning to level a look at Lily, cheeks still a bit red. but the longer he stares, the more his fluster fades into soft interest]
Let's. . . just. . .
[. . . see where it goes? that's what he wants to say. but instead, after another brief pause, he steps forward to close the distance between them in another kiss]
[There's nothing wrong with seeing how it goes as far as he's concerned — everything's still shiny and new, scary and exciting, and it was best to make sure they were both on the same page at all times. A kiss was certainly a good start, a territory they were both very familiar with now, and Lily leans into it with gentle interest, content to keep it simple at first before slowly parting his lips to invite him to delve deeper into it.
Meanwhile his hands trail to rest on Mars' shoulders, fingers grasping into his collar to make the gentle suggestion of pulling him towards himself as Lily began to backstep towards the bed, assuming Mars doesn't resist — he doesn't want to pull out of the kiss, not yet.]
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What? No, I didn't— I mean, I wanted to make out a little bit, and talk, and—!
[WAVES A HAND???]
[a pause]
I mean, unless you were— [because while Mars didn't really mean it that way he hasn't forgotten the few moments of heat they've shared]
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...I wouldn't mind.
[because he hasn't forgotten that feeling of Mars' want, either. the spark in the pit of his stomach as he felt Mars' interest, swirling around with his own... it had been intoxicating, and he wanted to feel it more.]
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[and Mars stops at the threshold of his room, turning to level a look at Lily, cheeks still a bit red. but the longer he stares, the more his fluster fades into soft interest]
Let's. . . just. . .
[. . . see where it goes? that's what he wants to say. but instead, after another brief pause, he steps forward to close the distance between them in another kiss]
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Meanwhile his hands trail to rest on Mars' shoulders, fingers grasping into his collar to make the gentle suggestion of pulling him towards himself as Lily began to backstep towards the bed, assuming Mars doesn't resist — he doesn't want to pull out of the kiss, not yet.]