[There's something mesmerizing about the sight of her hands traveling up his leg, so slow and gentle, settling something soft and shimmering in their wake. The tiny touches here and there feel electric; he shivers slightly, without meaning to, and digs his nails into the palm of his hand, hard, to try and get ahold of himself.]
[When her hands disappear under the slip - when he feels the gentle press of her fingers, there against his thigh - he tamps down on his reaction, hard. He's sure his heart would be in his throat, if he had one. He feels like it's trying, anyway, something warm and painful attempting to climb up out of his chest. He runs cold, these days, but right now he's too warm all over.]
[It takes his brain a couple of seconds to come back online enough to form words:]
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[There's something mesmerizing about the sight of her hands traveling up his leg, so slow and gentle, settling something soft and shimmering in their wake. The tiny touches here and there feel electric; he shivers slightly, without meaning to, and digs his nails into the palm of his hand, hard, to try and get ahold of himself.]
[When her hands disappear under the slip - when he feels the gentle press of her fingers, there against his thigh - he tamps down on his reaction, hard. He's sure his heart would be in his throat, if he had one. He feels like it's trying, anyway, something warm and painful attempting to climb up out of his chest. He runs cold, these days, but right now he's too warm all over.]
[It takes his brain a couple of seconds to come back online enough to form words:]
...thanks. They, uh. They match.
[They are not especially intelligent words.]