The prickle of her fingernails at his neck prompts a low, visceral noise from him - pressed from him to her mouth, a precursor to the way he drags and pushes: simultaneously pulling her to him (as if here were any distance left between the width of his hips and between her legs anymore) and pressing into the shape of the kiss. It lengthens the line of his neck, bares it to the dig of her fingers. They might have dropped the ball on the tattoos but if she wants to make her own mark, then he'll take it.