Her hand twisted in the fabric of his clothes, pushing up so the top of her wrist brushed against his bare stomach. Pressing her fingertips into his stomach, she slid her hand up over his clothes curiously. His hand was at her back, moving along her spine and making her draw in breath.
"Do I?" Her voice was a hint of breath, wanting, as she brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth.
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Date: 2012-08-04 09:47 am (UTC)"Do I?" Her voice was a hint of breath, wanting, as she brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth.