[he wiggles to make shedding his shirt much easier, and as soon as it's gone? he gladly leans into her, shivering as her hands brush against warm, exposed skin]
[he meets her halfway in the kiss, no longer hesitant, giving just as good as he is getting. the way she feels pressed against him is almost sinful, and a pleased noise rumbles in his throat as his hands wander across her hips]
[her breach catches for a moment, and she pulls him closer. her hand goes back to his hair, tangling at the nape of his neck. while her other hand drops and then slowly trails along the line of his neck, and finally ends up resting on his chest.
sneaking a feel-- or maybe adding another point of connection for them both.]
[that is more than okay by him. . . his own hands are still exploring on their own, dipping past her hips and to the outsides of her thighs, seeking out the hem of her nightgown so he can bundle it up just below her waist as he kisses her]
[she's still decent, but-- his hands itch to pull up the nightgown even more, to expose even more of her, to explore as much of her as she'll let him. but without explicit permission, he remains respectful]
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[she tugs lightly at his shirt]
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Yeah. Of course. I'm not-- going to say no.
[he sits up a bit so she can tug off his shirt with more ease]
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and then she puts her arms over his shoulders, and pulls him back down into that kiss that got interrupted. by her. she's very sorry for that.]
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[he meets her halfway in the kiss, no longer hesitant, giving just as good as he is getting. the way she feels pressed against him is almost sinful, and a pleased noise rumbles in his throat as his hands wander across her hips]
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sneaking a feel-- or maybe adding another point of connection for them both.]
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[she's still decent, but-- his hands itch to pull up the nightgown even more, to expose even more of her, to explore as much of her as she'll let him. but without explicit permission, he remains respectful]
[. . . somewhat]