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He breathes out a laugh against her lips, but quickly loses any sense of bemusement when she proves she wasn't bluffing. A woman has never kissed him like this, and he finds himself immediately swept up in it, eyes closing tight and fingers balling in the fabric of her shirt. It's automatic, the way he opens his mouth to her, trusting her easily with all that he is when usually he's so closed off and inaccessible, even to the team. Unable to be idle any longer, his other hand climbs once more into her hair, tongue meeting hers without trying to take over the kiss himself. His heart is pounding loudly again, unable to keep from wondering what happens next. As much as he wants to move things further, he isn't sure if she'd welcome it, though his hand lets go of the bunched fabric at her back only to climb gently under the shirt and over her bare skin, tracing her spine while trying to draw out the kiss even as the burning in his lungs becomes too much.