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Miles smiled as he felt Noira's hand in his hair. He pulled away slightly for a moment before moving down to her neck, kissing her passionately on it as he continued to hold her against him. He'd never done anything like this before and his sense were being overwhelmed. She seemed to know what she was doing though, at least insofar as understanding what was happening. He had no idea what he was doing but he didn't want to stop. His hands moved up and down her back as they continued and he could feel his pulse pounding as he held her breasts against his chest.

Miles could feel Noira's shaky breath as he continued, pulling down her shirt slightly so he could kiss her shoulder before moving back up to her neck. He moved one hand to the back of her head as he rubbed her back with the other one. He leaned slightly onto her while still holding on, not thinking about anything anymore except this moment.

Miles felt his heart leap as Noira encircled him with her leg. He continued to kiss her neck before moving all the way on top of her. "I...don't want to stop..." He whispered quietly in between kisses.

Miles had never heard anything better in his entire life than the words Noira whispered in his ear. Permission given, he slowly slid his hands under her shirt, feeling her body beneath it. He'd never been this close to a woman before. Never even felt one. She was slender and soft, he was able to move his hands all the way around her waist before moving up her back and around her stomach.

Miles slowly lifted Noira's shirt up, pulling back slightly to lift it over her head, letting it fall on the bed next to them as he kissed her, exposing her upper body. He smiled down at her. "Noira....you're beautiful...." he told her quietly as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He leaned down and kissed her passionately again, wrapping his arms around her.

Miles breath quickened as he felt Noira's hand began to feel his torso. She would find that Miles's muscles were practically sculpted. Eric and The Reaver's strength came from raw fighting, Texas's came from genetics and Miles's came from very intensive, targeted exercises meant to work out every muscle to its fullest. And the tried and true method had succeeded as each one seemed made to an archetype. He continued to kiss her as rubbed his hands around her upper body, taking in every part of her he could reach.

Miles's courage grew as he felt Noira's hand on him. He slowly moved his hands to the back of her bra and unsnapped it, letting the straps fall to the side. Her bra itself was still on though, held on only by his own chest on hers. He continued moving his hands up and down her now bare back as he kissed her.