Whenever it had happened in training, he got nervous, and awkward, and then she got embarrassed, and both seemed scared to cross a line. Maybe it took the adrenaline rush of the battle-aftermath...
Right then it didn't matter.
The scratching was ticklish, but not the same as when she'd done so before. Enough to make him twitch, for her to feel the shift and flex and twist of muscle under skin as he curled around her and against her. Keeping her close against his body, her lithe curves to his solid frame. His touch was more sure, but still soft as he learned the curve of her breast, weight and feel of it, thumb brushing the center as he paid attention to her cues.
"...sorry." He didn't sound sorry at all, especially not with the harder press of his lips, almost nipping as she felt the faintest brush of teeth, against her shoulder. "You...are beautiful though." Lower-voiced, meaning every word.
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Date: 2018-06-13 06:05 am (UTC)Right then it didn't matter.
The scratching was ticklish, but not the same as when she'd done so before. Enough to make him twitch, for her to feel the shift and flex and twist of muscle under skin as he curled around her and against her. Keeping her close against his body, her lithe curves to his solid frame. His touch was more sure, but still soft as he learned the curve of her breast, weight and feel of it, thumb brushing the center as he paid attention to her cues.
"...sorry." He didn't sound sorry at all, especially not with the harder press of his lips, almost nipping as she felt the faintest brush of teeth, against her shoulder. "You...are beautiful though." Lower-voiced, meaning every word.