[Shadow nods and follows. He spots the bookshelves. They are unsurprising, given her love for books. Down the hallway they went to her room. More books and that large bed. He walks over to the foot of it to feel the blankets. How soft they and the mattress is.]
Your bed is quite large. More than enough room for the two of us.
[Shadow lets the hand guide him. He leans in and presses his lips back. The kiss is simple. He keeps his eyes open, watching Evangeline and trying to take mental notes on how to kiss. Lips press, puckered, and feeling them touch. A clear source of touch energy.]
[Shadow's ear twitches and a soft noise does emit from him. He leans into the touch and his hand reaches out. He gently runs his soft gloved hand up Evangeline's cheek and then touches her ear in return.]
The hair. [His fingers move to gently brush through her long dark hair. He plays with it, letting it run through his fingers and flow through them. He nods. He remembers playing with hair in another context.]
Be careful with my quills. They are sharp. In case you try to play with them.
[He kisses back. The deeper kiss is different but more active. Active Shadow likes. Instinct tells him to press his tongue into hers and against her lips. His hand keeps playing with her hair as the other slides to her shoulder and down her chest, feeling the curves of her body. Fingers flex to test what to do, where to touch, and gauge her reactions.
For his first time he isn't fumbling but clearly he lacks direction.]
Mmmm... [A pleased sound escapes her as her lips part. She takes a gentle hold of his hand to put it on her chest, before moving to scritch lightly behind his ears.]
[Shadow's tongue slid passed her lips to explore. His hand squeezed her breast where it was placed. He purred softly as his ear was scratched. That felt quite good. Shadow would remember he liked it when someone did that to him.
The hand in her hair slid down her back and pulled her closer. That felt right.]
[Oh, that's a good move. Evangeline can't quite purr, humans aren't built for it, but the sound swallowed up by Shadow's tongue is unmistakably a pleasured one.
She presses her body close against him, her own hands now exploring his chest in return. By the end of the night, she plans to have a much better idea of what he enjoys and how to make him feel good.]
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