Little did he know (and little did she know, too), she would have absolutely been into a little roughness. Alas.

Those first few moments were tentative; testing, assuring that Felix would not retreat and reconsider his desire for her to continue. And it was only once he parted his lips for her that she pushed forward, arms coiling around his neck with one hand weaving through his hair, catching on the band that held his hair up with all intentions set on loosening it so she could properly run her hands through those pretty dark locks. By now her tongue had ventured forward, sliding over Felix's lower lip before pressing further inward, catching a proper taste of him with a low, muffled moan.

Excitement and nervousness assured her leylines were already brighter than usual; crackling with harmless little sparks of magical energy that bounced off her skin and dissipated in the air between them. She had fully settled her minimal weight into his lap, her hips set firmly to Felix's so she could feel any burgeoning arousal with each slow roll of her body.