George blinked and swayed just slightly. It felt like waking from a dream. Jack had pulled back slightly, enough that he could study her face. George realized that her internal monologue had slowed to a stop during the timeless interval which passed while Jack was kissing her. She had no idea how long they'd been standing there.
(Wow,) George thought. (That was--amazing.) Jack was a good kisser. A great kisser--incredible, in fact. His lips--and then his tongue--were gentle but insistent. Jack's hands, which George had frankly imagined would be roaming all over were instead very still. They'd settled onto her hips, not pulling her closer but holding her in place while he kissed her.
And that was the key, George realized. When Jack was kissing her, he wasn't doing anything else. In George's admittedly rather limited experience, guys who kissed you weren't just kissing you. They were worrying about whether you liked it or wondering what they should do next or comparing you to some other girl or...whatever.
Not Jack. His whole awareness was focused on her. On kissing her. On sucking all the juice from just that moment. His concentration was so single-minded that it had stifled her mental commentary, pulling her into that same zen space.
It was flattering as hell. Arousing, too. George's grumpy mood had vanished, taking her doubts and worries and inhibitions with it.
George grabbed Jack's shirt in both fists, spun him around and practically flung him down on the bed before pouncing on him.
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[George] Woohoo!
Date: 2006-11-09 01:46 am (UTC)(Wow,) George thought. (That was--amazing.) Jack was a good kisser. A great kisser--incredible, in fact. His lips--and then his tongue--were gentle but insistent. Jack's hands, which George had frankly imagined would be roaming all over were instead very still. They'd settled onto her hips, not pulling her closer but holding her in place while he kissed her.
And that was the key, George realized. When Jack was kissing her, he wasn't doing anything else. In George's admittedly rather limited experience, guys who kissed you weren't just kissing you. They were worrying about whether you liked it or wondering what they should do next or comparing you to some other girl or...whatever.
Not Jack. His whole awareness was focused on her. On kissing her. On sucking all the juice from just that moment. His concentration was so single-minded that it had stifled her mental commentary, pulling her into that same zen space.
It was flattering as hell. Arousing, too. George's grumpy mood had vanished, taking her doubts and worries and inhibitions with it.
George grabbed Jack's shirt in both fists, spun him around and practically flung him down on the bed before pouncing on him.