She laughs, but it is not like her earlier laughs: this is throatier, deeper, as she takes the opportunity to steal another kiss from his lips. It does not linger, but there is still passion in it, a fire that only rises by the moment. Turning onto her side as she kisses him, she runs one foot up the side of his leg, and smiles.
"I will tell thee," she promises, and runs a fingernail lightly down his spine. Her other hand comes up to cover his, pressing it a little more firmly against her breast. Again she laughs, her breath whispering warmly against his cheek. "And I dislike that you have stopped, husband. Since you ask."
She draws back a little, biting her lip, her eyes meeting his. Her pale skin is flushed and her chest heaves against his hand, heat all but baking off her.
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Date: 2018-05-07 09:53 pm (UTC)"I will tell thee," she promises, and runs a fingernail lightly down his spine. Her other hand comes up to cover his, pressing it a little more firmly against her breast. Again she laughs, her breath whispering warmly against his cheek. "And I dislike that you have stopped, husband. Since you ask."
She draws back a little, biting her lip, her eyes meeting his. Her pale skin is flushed and her chest heaves against his hand, heat all but baking off her.