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She quite likes that dazed look of his, feeling empowered by having such an effect on him. "And you," she murmurs softly and earnestly, fingers ghosting up along his flesh until they gently cup the sides of his neck; she leans in for a soft, affectionate kiss, her breasts brushing and pressing teasingly against his chest. The casing of the reactor feels cool and warm all at once, the faintest vibrations of it reverberating behind her breastbone. She doesn't linger overlong, pulling back enough to catch his eyes and smiling again, small and warm. Her hands drop to his shoulders as her mouth finds his jaw, trailing light kisses down his neck as her hands also take a downward journey, returning to tease his nipples.