[Shockingly, this is Shaw being demure: forward, for her, would have meant kissing him while his hands were still on her, and straddling his lap just a few minutes after. But they're in public, and in a place that's semi-respectable; she won't go that far.
Well. She won't go that far yet, anyway.
When he makes the first move, there's no hesitation: she leans in herself and closes the distance between them, curling her fingers into his shirt collar and sealing her mouth to his. Honestly, it's been far too long since she's made out with someone in a bar. Thank god for the chance to rectify that.]
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Well. She won't go that far yet, anyway.
When he makes the first move, there's no hesitation: she leans in herself and closes the distance between them, curling her fingers into his shirt collar and sealing her mouth to his. Honestly, it's been far too long since she's made out with someone in a bar. Thank god for the chance to rectify that.]