Not tonight they won't. I'll fight them. [He smirked, making it clear that he valued the time that they had with each other. He would have been pleased with a kiss to end the night, so for it to progress to this point? It was a fine evening.
He made the most of the kiss, taking advantage of her leaving control of it to him, yet he didn't chase when she pulled back either. He shifted his weight on his feet as she pulled his shirt up and he removed his hands long enough to allow it up and over his head. He rolled his shoulders, and perhaps his most distinguishing characteristic was the lack of significant hair on his chest and the black raised and twisted scar on the left side of his stomach.
His hands returned, refusing to allow himself to be distracted by the novel invention called a zipper and instead tugged and shimmied her dress off of her body. He leaned down, his lips targeting the butterfly tattoo above her left breast, and once her dress once dumped on the floor, his hands stroked up her sides to feel warm smooth skin.]
So there's no wonder why I'm hot and bothered then, is there?
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He made the most of the kiss, taking advantage of her leaving control of it to him, yet he didn't chase when she pulled back either. He shifted his weight on his feet as she pulled his shirt up and he removed his hands long enough to allow it up and over his head. He rolled his shoulders, and perhaps his most distinguishing characteristic was the lack of significant hair on his chest and the black raised and twisted scar on the left side of his stomach.
His hands returned, refusing to allow himself to be distracted by the novel invention called a zipper and instead tugged and shimmied her dress off of her body. He leaned down, his lips targeting the butterfly tattoo above her left breast, and once her dress once dumped on the floor, his hands stroked up her sides to feel warm smooth skin.]
So there's no wonder why I'm hot and bothered then, is there?