Vines of Ivy

As they kissed, Dave slowly fell back, laying on the bed with Arya atop him, still kissing her in between deep breaths. All thoughts of their previous encounters were banished from his mind, as it was a haze while he and Arya made out.

Arya tries to keep herself dominant, and somehow outkiss him, giving less breaths, and more smooches. Her dominant nature was obvious.

Dave smiled a bit at her bold approach, letting her take control for a period of time, letting out a soft sigh against her lips. He slowly let her take control, but was ready in case she tried anything funny.

She'd push him against the bed, still kissing, rubbing his body. "Submit to me~" She requests.

Dave gave a small moan, giving her a gentle kiss, "As long as you don't make fun of me for it."

He gave her a teasing wink.

"Oh, you know I will." She says, kissing his cheek.

Dave chuckled to himself, "Well I can't promise anything then."

Moving his hands, he gently rubbed the small of her back, kissing her lips softly.