[ he lets go of her hair and she's already leaning in to kiss him, a little whimper on her lips, but then he grabs her again and her moan sounds more like a growl. but, y'know, like a kitten growl. it's nothing intimidating, she's just reacting to the tease of being given a little bit of control then having it taken again so quick. but he gets the idea, clearly, because he leans in to kiss her and she only matches that softness because it's hard to make out with somebody like crazy when you're so distracted by what their fingers are doing. which she is, she totally is.

so her kiss back is slow, little licks into his mouth, muffled whimpers. she's not trying to play coy, but there's something careful about it, about the way her fingers grip and release his shirt, how much she lets herself lean into him, rock against his fingers. like she's trying so, so hard to control herself, is playing with the idea that maybe she's not allowed to do much more than that, not until he tells her it's okay. it's fun, in a way. fun and frustrating and new, and that's the important part.

whatever this thing is with Harrison, it's new, different than any of the other hookups she's had here so far, so she wants to switch it up. test herself. maybe test him a little bit, too. so this time around she's open and wanting, yes, but patient. she's trying. ]

Wanna make you feel good, too. If I come for you like you told me to, can I return the favor? [ her forehead leans against his as she runs her mouth, lips brushing his, voice whisper quiet, still just so damn distracted ] Let me get on my knees for you, Dr. Wells. Please?