[He saw it coming and somehow she still managed to surprise him a little. Her weight pushes him down and onto his back, and it's a good thing that she'd brought his hand low because he's able to release the flask and have it roll away from them, clinking quietly but harmlessly against the others, tiny nightlights a foot or so away from them. His now free hands slide up to her waist, and he's laughing against her lips, his head tilted to meet her. Oh, but she's hungry tonight, he can already tell, and he welcomes it without words.
His eyes are half-closed, the soft pink gleam of magic still lingering, and should she draw back quickly enough she might catch him as he does look at her with a similar focus, warm and intense and kind of smug, actually, like he'd won a war of attrition somehow. As if she wouldn't have welcomed an eager makeout session if he'd asked for that instead of magical experimentation. It's different when he's able to coax out this kind of hunger, okay. A point of pride, and he's not afraid to show it in his expression.]
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His eyes are half-closed, the soft pink gleam of magic still lingering, and should she draw back quickly enough she might catch him as he does look at her with a similar focus, warm and intense and kind of smug, actually, like he'd won a war of attrition somehow. As if she wouldn't have welcomed an eager makeout session if he'd asked for that instead of magical experimentation. It's different when he's able to coax out this kind of hunger, okay. A point of pride, and he's not afraid to show it in his expression.]