[ Padme shivers against him, pressed as close as she can get, her breath catching before she leans down to catch his mouth in another proper kiss. Drake smiles into it for a moment before letting it deepen into something hungry, the promise of more. His second hand joins the first, skimming up her sides pushing up her shirt. The fabric bunches between them and when they break apart next Drake makes as if to pull it over her head, meeting her eyes for a moment before with a question in them. They're not going to do anything she doesn't want, and he's still learning how to read her. ]
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