[He shivers slightly at her touch, but not out of nerves or fear. The gentle feeling of her fingers on his scalp makes jolt of electricity run down his spine. If she continues down the back of his head to the back of his neck, her fingers will edge along the raised ridge of the jagged scar that traverses his back.]
[His eyes naturally follow the line of the shirt's collar right down to where the necklace sits, though it's reasonable to assume he's looking at something else entirely. As she pulls him down, he cranes his neck to catch her lips in a kiss. He holds it for some time, completely unlike the quick, challenging kisses they shared before. This one is an admission of trust. And then, after a long few moments, he breaks the kiss only to kiss her again, lightly and eagerly, over and over with a little more heated urgency. He even tilts his head to kiss her neck a few times before finally lowering his head to her chest...where he'll place a soft kiss in the valley of her cleavage. Honestly, he could probably undo the next button of the shirt with his lips and while the idea does pass through his mind, he lets her finally pull his head down to her chest.]
[He doesn't say anything...though his mind is absolutely racing; marveling over how soft her chest is still firm...]
[Gods he can feel his heart racing and his face burning up.]
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[He shivers slightly at her touch, but not out of nerves or fear. The gentle feeling of her fingers on his scalp makes jolt of electricity run down his spine. If she continues down the back of his head to the back of his neck, her fingers will edge along the raised ridge of the jagged scar that traverses his back.]
[His eyes naturally follow the line of the shirt's collar right down to where the necklace sits, though it's reasonable to assume he's looking at something else entirely. As she pulls him down, he cranes his neck to catch her lips in a kiss. He holds it for some time, completely unlike the quick, challenging kisses they shared before. This one is an admission of trust. And then, after a long few moments, he breaks the kiss only to kiss her again, lightly and eagerly, over and over with a little more heated urgency. He even tilts his head to kiss her neck a few times before finally lowering his head to her chest...where he'll place a soft kiss in the valley of her cleavage. Honestly, he could probably undo the next button of the shirt with his lips and while the idea does pass through his mind, he lets her finally pull his head down to her chest.]
[He doesn't say anything...though his mind is absolutely racing; marveling over how soft her chest is still firm...]
[Gods he can feel his heart racing and his face burning up.]