[it's not the same force that would have left her weightless, and good thing too, or she would have needed to excuse herself. a taste, not the full weight of it - just enough to get lost in for a fleeting moment, and make her wish she was in her own apartment with the door securely locked. but there's at least this, and when she pulls back it's not for air as much as it is wanting to make sure she's not utterly unbalanced for the next hour. still, she stays close, barely moving away, before a smile cracks across her lips again.]
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