[She was encouraged by the moan he made, not afraid to be this close to Michael and to feel his hands smoothing down her body. She wanted this. Wanted him.
When he presses them closer, Abigail shifts until she was sitting his lap, draping her legs on either side of his body. A hand slides up to the back of his head and she groans into the kiss, tilting just so to meet his mouth properly. Her other hand bunches his shirt low on his back and she kisses him hungrily, unable to stop herself.]
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When he presses them closer, Abigail shifts until she was sitting his lap, draping her legs on either side of his body. A hand slides up to the back of his head and she groans into the kiss, tilting just so to meet his mouth properly. Her other hand bunches his shirt low on his back and she kisses him hungrily, unable to stop herself.]