[The nails are effective, since somehow this stupid curse gave them all good nails, too (since she hasn't bitten them off yet), and the hand at her thigh and the movements get her to slide in closer until she's up tight, hips against his and thin-worn jeans stretched tight. She's straddling him and feeling uniquely feminized, yet not stopping to think enough to breathe or break the kiss or do anything but make a soft sound in response and tangle her fingers hard in his hair and kiss him harder in a release that's unexpected but so, so good.]
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