[Luckily for Lust, that's the extent of his need to talk. He tips his head and kisses her lightly for now, thumbs rubbing over the fabric of her clothing lazily. It feels right. There's no guilt like he'd feared, no feelings that he's somehow betraying Carla. He pulls her closer, before letting his hands wander to the hem of her sweater, slipping them underneath it and exploring the skin there. He doesn't feel any need to rush.]
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[Luckily for Lust, that's the extent of his need to talk. He tips his head and kisses her lightly for now, thumbs rubbing over the fabric of her clothing lazily. It feels right. There's no guilt like he'd feared, no feelings that he's somehow betraying Carla. He pulls her closer, before letting his hands wander to the hem of her sweater, slipping them underneath it and exploring the skin there. He doesn't feel any need to rush.]