Something leaped within him, some feeling, something deep in the depths of his stomach as she maneuvered his hand under the fabric of her skirt, so he could begin to feel the heat of her skin against his. "Mmm," he managed, circling his hand gently. The presence of her hand on his, guiding him, was welcome. Needed.
Re: DeForest - Botany
Date: 2010-02-23 11:35 pm (UTC)