[ That thread of her scent had been there since they started kissing, since she shifted so that he was on top of her. But it hadn't been as strong, not at the start. The young man's eyes are wide now, breaking the kiss to panting up away from her. He looks down at her with some awe, but mostly...
Well, her scent was demanding, cloying. It reminded him of his mom's in some way, even if there's a more detectable order from her. It makes his own come out, swirl in the air. He's still not sure he gets this moment, but right now, she clearly was being a bitch, right? So he would - should - treat her like that. The young man thus seems to come to a choice, eyes locked with her, and reaches his small hands down to firmly grab either side of the collar of her top and with the sort of situational strength that their father could sometimes display, he made to rip it off her, perhaps literally in half.
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Well, her scent was demanding, cloying. It reminded him of his mom's in some way, even if there's a more detectable order from her. It makes his own come out, swirl in the air. He's still not sure he gets this moment, but right now, she clearly was being a bitch, right? So he would - should - treat her like that. The young man thus seems to come to a choice, eyes locked with her, and reaches his small hands down to firmly grab either side of the collar of her top and with the sort of situational strength that their father could sometimes display, he made to rip it off her, perhaps literally in half.
That'll make a point ]