[Closer is good! Is in your lap close enough, Corbin? Cause that is Keyleth's destination, since it's way more comfortable that way. Her leg bends and hitches up, fingers balling up the material of her skirt to hike it out of the way and let her start moving to straddle his thighs, with a knee planted on either side. It's an unhurried but steady process, her fingers curling lightly in his hair, both to keep him close for kissing and to help steady herself in the transition. There's plenty of pause in case he wants or needs to stop her, or wants something else.]
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