His eyelids flutter shut when her lips touch his throat; it leaves him momentarily breathless, stirs the heat rising within him further as he thinks of all the other places where she might repeat the gesture, and thinks too of returning the favour. His hands, resting on her shoulders, clench slightly.
Even so, he releases her when she removes his shirt and steps back, standing tall before her. His body is lean for a soldier's, but strong; a year of living in relative peace has not softened him. His skin is marred here and there by the marks of old injuries, and there is more than one scar. But he stands quietly under her gaze, still smiling, for she looks approving and he cares for nothing else. "That is well," he teases in return, reaching for her again. "Since I am entirely yours."
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Date: 2018-05-06 12:01 am (UTC)Even so, he releases her when she removes his shirt and steps back, standing tall before her. His body is lean for a soldier's, but strong; a year of living in relative peace has not softened him. His skin is marred here and there by the marks of old injuries, and there is more than one scar. But he stands quietly under her gaze, still smiling, for she looks approving and he cares for nothing else. "That is well," he teases in return, reaching for her again. "Since I am entirely yours."