[ Oh, this is much better already. Psyche isn't willing to break the kiss to sneak a look just yet, kissing back with an urgency that leaves her a little breathless. But she traces the shape of him by touch, running her palms down his chest to feel the solid muscle. She's far from immune to that... her breath hitches softly and she shifts against him, pressing herself against the comforting strength of him. ]
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