[encouraged by the fact that Jester doesn't immediately pull away and run, she deepens the kiss a little, one hand still cupping the side of her face, the other one getting bold and finding its way to Jester's side. She's all soft and warm, no sharp edges, and she tastes sweet in a way that makes Beau feel a little breathless, so all too soon she has to pull away, searching Jester's face.]
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