[ and he’s not supposed to touch, right? plays very well into teasing, the way his space is pleasantly invaded makes him break the unspoken rules— a flick of his tongue over her neck, breathing scents in and nearly eating up the vibrancy in her energy, then a fleeting hand sliding along the lovely curve of her hip . . .
fleeting! he’s quick about it, as she is with the last piece and damn isn’t quick armor removal alone a turn on. there’s one more thing he needs to ask of her, and it shows in the way he grins and hands up a finger, his other hand now occupied with his back. ]
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fleeting! he’s quick about it, as she is with the last piece and damn isn’t quick armor removal alone a turn on. there’s one more thing he needs to ask of her, and it shows in the way he grins and hands up a finger, his other hand now occupied with his back. ]
Close your eyes.