[She grinned against his lips as she felt his hand brush across her chest. Although she certainly liked taking the lead, she didn't want him to just lie there like he was tolerating it, she needed that response. Feeling his lips respond to her caused the faint throbbing sensation below her abdomen to increase. She barely knew any more than he did. All she knew was how to keep their teeth from scraping together. (and how to keep someone from cutting their lip on the other's teeth like what had happened last time.)
He was warm and soft, and just so gentle that it put a distinct yearning in her heart. somehow despite all of the hardship he had been forced to endure. No matter what happened to him, he never became calloused, his heart was always open and trusting. Everything about him made her want to protect him, to make sure that nothing in the world could ever corrupt or harm him. He was still beautiful, with hope that things would always work out in the end.
With his zipper finally undone, she let her hands trail lingeringly over the thin fabric of his shirt. While he certainly still had his baby face, years working in Section 4 had left him hardened in other ways. She placed her hands against his collar bones gently caressing and pushing his coat off his shoulders. Not wanting to go too fast so that he could still catch up. She hoped that he could infer that everything she was doing to him, she wished he'd do for her. She adjusted her position, arcing her back and making room for him to respond. Her hands caressed his shoulders and she let out a little moan before breaking briefly for air. Letting her eyes flutter open to see his face.]
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He was warm and soft, and just so gentle that it put a distinct yearning in her heart. somehow despite all of the hardship he had been forced to endure. No matter what happened to him, he never became calloused, his heart was always open and trusting. Everything about him made her want to protect him, to make sure that nothing in the world could ever corrupt or harm him. He was still beautiful, with hope that things would always work out in the end.
With his zipper finally undone, she let her hands trail lingeringly over the thin fabric of his shirt. While he certainly still had his baby face, years working in Section 4 had left him hardened in other ways. She placed her hands against his collar bones gently caressing and pushing his coat off his shoulders. Not wanting to go too fast so that he could still catch up. She hoped that he could infer that everything she was doing to him, she wished he'd do for her. She adjusted her position, arcing her back and making room for him to respond. Her hands caressed his shoulders and she let out a little moan before breaking briefly for air. Letting her eyes flutter open to see his face.]