Oh, really? [ she presses back against his lips just enough to tease at fully kissing him, eyes playful as she shifts back in his arms, giving him a reason to chase her. ] Well, I just got home. You got a head start on being naked.
[ just for a second, she leans back in, kissing him with heat behind it before pulling back again. ]
So, do you wanna let me catch up, or tear them off me yourself?
[he groans, slightly, as she shifts back in his arms, some parts genuine protest — and most parts a show of a protest. the playful grin on his mouth that he's not making much of an effort to suppress, as he follows after her, betrays him; this is a game, and he's all too happy to play it.
so he makes it count, the next time she leans in. he lets her feel just a hint of his tongue at her lips; he slides both of his hands under the hem of her shirt.
(with nothing holding onto it, the towel around his waist drops away. there's no reason for the pretense anymore.)]
It'd be faster if I helped. [eyes only on her face, watching for her reaction, he slides both hands up over her skin, until his fingers are resting just below her bra.] Don't you think?
[ her back arches underneath his touch, like a feline basking in the sun, and she smiles wider hearing the towel drop to the floor. she shivers a little as his fingertips trail up her spine, up until they reach the clasp of her bra, and heat rushes to her surface of her skin, making her flush. ]
[this isn't something he could imagine ever getting tired of — watching her, feeling her, respond to him. it's just as thrilling as it'd been the first time, just as breath-stealing, just as... he doesn't have the words.
he doesn't have the words, either, to respond to her, but he doesn't need them. his response comes in the form of pressing his lips to hers again as he pushes up her shirt, breaking only when he needs to pull it over her head and toss it to the side; it comes in the form of resuming the kiss like it'd never broken at all as his hands roam over her, and finally unclasp her bra.
there's more to do, of course, but for the moment, he lingers in this, smiling against her mouth.]
[ she grins against his mouth, hands roaming over his skin even as he works her shirt off and undoes her bra. she pulls back just enough to assist him in shrugging it off and tossing it aside, then undoes her jeans and ducks briefly to unzip and step out of her boots before reaching for his hands and guiding them to her hips, allowing him to resume his task.
he might have some trouble if he ends up letting the kisses she starts pressing along his throat and down to his collar bones distract him, though; especially once she unleashes her teeth to nip at the notch in between them. ]
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[ just for a second, she leans back in, kissing him with heat behind it before pulling back again. ]
So, do you wanna let me catch up, or tear them off me yourself?
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so he makes it count, the next time she leans in. he lets her feel just a hint of his tongue at her lips; he slides both of his hands under the hem of her shirt.
(with nothing holding onto it, the towel around his waist drops away. there's no reason for the pretense anymore.)]
It'd be faster if I helped. [eyes only on her face, watching for her reaction, he slides both hands up over her skin, until his fingers are resting just below her bra.] Don't you think?
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You'd better get to work, then.
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he doesn't have the words, either, to respond to her, but he doesn't need them. his response comes in the form of pressing his lips to hers again as he pushes up her shirt, breaking only when he needs to pull it over her head and toss it to the side; it comes in the form of resuming the kiss like it'd never broken at all as his hands roam over her, and finally unclasp her bra.
there's more to do, of course, but for the moment, he lingers in this, smiling against her mouth.]
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he might have some trouble if he ends up letting the kisses she starts pressing along his throat and down to his collar bones distract him, though; especially once she unleashes her teeth to nip at the notch in between them. ]