[A certain urge flares up upon the sight of the curve of her mouth, how she willingly stretches her skin underneath his teeth to incite him. It's an urge that Dante doesn't experience often, one that feels like teasing, pressing his fingers to her to find where she's ticklish, see if she giggles if he pretends to growl and gnaw on her playfully under her jaw.
It's unsettlingly intimate, and he reels that scenery straight back, to where it belonged, along the things that should be compartmentalized off his reach.
He's glad for her positioning and her question, making his mind focus on the now instead of the imaginable. He adjusts the hold on her if only to look at where her feet are, reach to tease at where the hem of her skirt brushes the skin of her ankle, slides his hand underneath.
He still leans in to nibble at that lower lip, finds it distracting.] Maybe best if you take the reins on this. [A soft tightening of his grip on her hip as he narrows his eyes in a half smile.] Though I like you here.
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It's unsettlingly intimate, and he reels that scenery straight back, to where it belonged, along the things that should be compartmentalized off his reach.
He's glad for her positioning and her question, making his mind focus on the now instead of the imaginable. He adjusts the hold on her if only to look at where her feet are, reach to tease at where the hem of her skirt brushes the skin of her ankle, slides his hand underneath.
He still leans in to nibble at that lower lip, finds it distracting.] Maybe best if you take the reins on this. [A soft tightening of his grip on her hip as he narrows his eyes in a half smile.] Though I like you here.