She is about to make another light, teasing comment - perhaps to ask him if he finds her fair, if she meets with his approval - but the heat of his kiss robs her of breath, and of her laughter. There is no room for joking in that kiss: levity would only scorch into banality in the light of that fierce desire.
Not only his desire, but hers, which is every bit as clear in her answering kiss. She lets her hands come to rest on his waist, and her eyes flutter almost closed; she sees him as a blur, from under her lashes. She can smell him, taste him, feel the heat of his mouth and of his skin... ai, is there anything sweeter?
Without breaking the kiss, she steps out of the pool of her gown, kicking it to one side. Normally, she would show greater care for an expensive garment, but now it, like everything outside of their embrace, is unimportant. Her hands shift on his waist, tracing back to his spine as she wraps her arms around him and shifts closer still; her body presses to his, and the touch of his skin on hers makes her tremble.
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Date: 2018-05-06 10:14 pm (UTC)Not only his desire, but hers, which is every bit as clear in her answering kiss. She lets her hands come to rest on his waist, and her eyes flutter almost closed; she sees him as a blur, from under her lashes. She can smell him, taste him, feel the heat of his mouth and of his skin... ai, is there anything sweeter?
Without breaking the kiss, she steps out of the pool of her gown, kicking it to one side. Normally, she would show greater care for an expensive garment, but now it, like everything outside of their embrace, is unimportant. Her hands shift on his waist, tracing back to his spine as she wraps her arms around him and shifts closer still; her body presses to his, and the touch of his skin on hers makes her tremble.