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She shivered, softly, at the feeling of his finger along her jaw, but did not let it distract her. She was focused on his words, and his expression. Non-monogamous relationships were real, and could work, she knew that. She had never attempted one, because for them to work, it took honesty and communication... And she had been too busy, before, trying to deny who she was to herself, let alone partners. But it was something she had seen happen, amongst her friends.

However, it was also something she'd seen cheaters use, as a way to lure those who had concerns into their beds. She bit her lip, thinking, turning his words over in her head. He had two primary partners, already, based on this. That, in in of itself, did not mean much. Trios, even trios where only one was involved with both, happened. It occurred to her, as she was thinking, that the island was small. They had already touched on this subject, in the matter of her dorm room having been his. It seemed extremely unlikely that, if Zeke was trying to play a game, it would be secret for very long, and somehow...

Well, the way he had treated her, helped her? She trusted him more then she might most people she had known for such a short time. She slowly smiled, and shifted forwards onto his lap. It was, perhaps, a shy motion, but it was still a decided action. "As long as nobody is getting hurt... then I am fine with how things are." She said, softly, and then, even more shyly, pressed a small kiss to his lips.

She smiled at his words, then blushed, a little, at the feeling of him moving her like that. The feeling of his fingers, however, earned him a shiver, and her hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders, delicately.

"That's really what I needed to know..." She whispered, just before he kissed her again.

She parted her lips, just enough for his tongue, her eyes watching his face, her cheeks remaining pink as they kissed. It was a very different feeling, she was finding, from the experiences she had previously had. She had never been with a man before, even before transitioning, and it was exciting, and new.

She had a moment, in the back of her mind, to realize how much happier she was, just being herself. This did not feel awkward, the way previous experiences always had, even this early on.

It had been a long time since anyone had touched her skin, at least on her legs. She gave a soft gasp into the kiss, as small goosebumps traced along the path behind his thumb.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, just letting herself feel the touches, the way her body reacted to the feeling of his skin on hers. It was intense, and she was loving every moment of it.

Her eyes opened again, and she considered for a moment, then curiously began to suck on his tongue, a little, her own tracing along the bottom of his, as one of her hands slowly slid down his front, fingers lightly tracing patterns through his shirt. The warmth she could feel through it was tempting, and oddly comforting.

If he was eagerness and greed, she was receptivity and curiosity, relearning the game she had played in a mask, before.

She froze, for a moment, at the bite, surprised, then shivered again, finding it more pleasant then she had been aware it would be. None of the women she had been with before had been into biting, so she had never been bit. It was... good, very.

She was not sure how much she would like it if it was more then a soft bite, and she was not sure if she wanted to test that in the near future. For the moment, this was enough of a revelation.

When he pulled back, she paused for a moment, wondering, her eyes studying his face, and his posture. She found herself biting her own lip, now, as she considered, trying to decide what to try next.

Finally, she leaned forwards, and pressed her lips to his neck, kissing the skin there. For a moment, she left it at a kiss, before her lips parted, and she ran her tongue along the skin, tasting him, and perhaps a hint of salt. He had been fighting, hard, earlier after all. It was a slightly hesitant touch, as she tried to see if he liked it.

Wherever his fingers touched her skin, it left pleasant tingles, like paths of fire without the pain. She found herself wanting more of that, much more, and she slid a hand down to begin to slip his shirt up, letting her fingers trail against the skin she was exposing. Her fingers tingled, too, and she found herself vaguely wondering if it tingled for him, or if it was a different sensation altogether, before the thought faded into more pressing matters.

When her tongue found his piercings, she was torn between playing with them and continuing to explore his neck. She paused for a minute to pull his shirt off over his neck, before she decided. When she went back to his neck, her tongue teased along the piercings, running around the edges, before gently turning them, curious what they did for him.

When he pulled her in, though, her wondering if she was hitting the right notes was thoroughly answered, and she couldn't help but smile, because that was the response she wanted.