One hand stays on her face, cradling it gently, as though she were the most precious creation in all of Arda--as he would swear she is. His other hand explores, stroking the curve of her hip, the flat plane of her back, her shoulderblades. He threads fingers through her hair before pushing it to the side that he might scrape his nails lightly down her spine, seeing how she reacts to this sharper touch.
But her own hand is wandering, and blessed Valar, that is a sweet distraction. He pauses his own attentions as she draws nearer to his waist, breaking their kiss and raising an eyebrow at her. "We are unequally armored, lady." His voice is hoarse, stretched taut with anticipation. "Would you have me amend that, or do you wish to tend to it yourself?" He reaches down to join his hand to hers in thumbing at his waistband, eager to remove the last obstacles between them.
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Date: 2018-05-31 11:34 pm (UTC)But her own hand is wandering, and blessed Valar, that is a sweet distraction. He pauses his own attentions as she draws nearer to his waist, breaking their kiss and raising an eyebrow at her. "We are unequally armored, lady." His voice is hoarse, stretched taut with anticipation. "Would you have me amend that, or do you wish to tend to it yourself?" He reaches down to join his hand to hers in thumbing at his waistband, eager to remove the last obstacles between them.