Soft, soft, a whisper of a ghost of a touch up the inside of his leg, inward above the knee. Almost. Almost. His blood hummed with the idea of closer, and his free hand nearly dug a track in the bedcover.
But he could wait. He could. And if she wanted him to, he would.
"A bit," he admitted, face hot. "Different. But good."
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Re: Oh Hell No.
Date: 2010-06-23 10:49 pm (UTC)Soft, soft, a whisper of a ghost of a touch up the inside of his leg, inward above the knee. Almost. Almost. His blood hummed with the idea of closer, and his free hand nearly dug a track in the bedcover.
But he could wait. He could. And if she wanted him to, he would.
"A bit," he admitted, face hot. "Different. But good."