I can't have that. [His voice is breathy as he leans down to capture her mouth. She's not only woken him... she's begun to rouse something else that presses back.
He bites her bottom lip teasingly.]
No pouting, you.
[He takes the chance his positioning offers him to run a hand up her thigh, feeling the little clothes she dons and the fingers making plans to get rid of them fairly quickly.]
no subject
He bites her bottom lip teasingly.]
No pouting, you.
[He takes the chance his positioning offers him to run a hand up her thigh, feeling the little clothes she dons and the fingers making plans to get rid of them fairly quickly.]