She gasped as his lips pressed against her, one hand curling in his hair, holding him close, while the other traveled along the waistband of his pants, searching for the opening.
It wasn't where she thought it would be, and she skimmed her hand along the fabric, allowing her fingers to dip just underneath, letting skin brush against skin. There, against his hip - that was it. She had to break away, moving back from his touch regretfully, in order to see what she was doing.
She stroked her other hand through his hair once more, lingering fondly before dropping it down, concentrating on undoing the unfamiliar fastenings.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: Oh Hell No.
Date: 2010-05-17 04:02 am (UTC)It wasn't where she thought it would be, and she skimmed her hand along the fabric, allowing her fingers to dip just underneath, letting skin brush against skin. There, against his hip - that was it. She had to break away, moving back from his touch regretfully, in order to see what she was doing.
She stroked her other hand through his hair once more, lingering fondly before dropping it down, concentrating on undoing the unfamiliar fastenings.