[ a hand settles on his shoulders before smoothing down his back, sucking in a breath at the sudden wave of goosebumps that his lips rouse when he presses them on a particularly sensitive spot.
she gathers the fabric from his t'shirt in her fingers and slowly pulls it over his head, haphazardly discarding it and catching his gaze before claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss. ]
[Despite how he feels, he's relatively unmarked, not even with the scars of the claws on his neck. And once the t-shirt is off, he reaches for her again, desperate for bare skin against his mouth.
He slides one hand low, brushing his thumb between her thighs as he pushes down the sides of his pants, thanking his luck at not wearing his normal jeans.]
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Re: late sunday
she gathers the fabric from his t'shirt in her fingers and slowly pulls it over his head, haphazardly discarding it and catching his gaze before claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss. ]
Re: late sunday
He slides one hand low, brushing his thumb between her thighs as he pushes down the sides of his pants, thanking his luck at not wearing his normal jeans.]