[Marianne does keep studying...but when she has no indication to stop, she smiles in the kiss. She's never done this before, simply reading about such things in the books she likes to read--books about romance that were always too far beyond her grip, all due to her crest, her views on herself...everything.
And yet as she feels him move his hand to the back of her head, she feels there's no other place she'd rather be, than kissing him right now. Marianne is more than happy to keep this chaste, because she'd probably die if she deepened it, but...this is nice. It's wonderful, really, and Marianne's hands move themselves up to Hubert's shoulders to hold on.]
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And yet as she feels him move his hand to the back of her head, she feels there's no other place she'd rather be, than kissing him right now. Marianne is more than happy to keep this chaste, because she'd probably die if she deepened it, but...this is nice. It's wonderful, really, and Marianne's hands move themselves up to Hubert's shoulders to hold on.]