Musebox

She liked when his hands were on her waist. Well, she liked his hands on her, period. Her fingers find their way into his hair, loosening his ponytail till the hair tie dropped on the floor. The strands of his hair were slightly damp, but still smooth between her fingers. Her other hand went back to working on his top, undoing the front all the way to the bottom until she could push the shirt off his shoulders, never parting from his lips as she did so.