[ she doesn't completely predict the sudden lift, but perhaps she should have expected it, that once they chose to embrace like this it wouldn't be an occurrence that simply ended on a kiss. her hands move to steady at his shoulders but he gives no indication that he'll drop her, shifting them both until he can gently set her down against the bed — and she goes willingly, dark hair fanning out around her head and a smile on her lips that she's forced to subdue when he drifts over her for that returning kiss.
her chin tilts into the path his thumb takes along the column of her throat, the stark black line that bisects pale skin and disappears beneath the collar of her dress to end at a fixed point between her breasts — and she invites his hands everywhere, while they kiss, her own fingers briefly sweeping up into the dark tumble of his hair for nails to rake across his scalp before she too might set to work on divesting him of some of those clothes.
his hand on her hip stays her for a moment, and he may already be able to discern that beneath the ruching of her skirts her legs are bare, that through the fabric he'll only be met with delicate lace that barely covers her; she'd dispensed with those heavy layers during the unbearable heat of duplicity's summer, and now she indulges, somewhat, her desire to wear finer things in silk stockings and lacy undergarments. certainly nothing that will significantly hinder his progress if he wants to touch her elsewhere. ]
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her chin tilts into the path his thumb takes along the column of her throat, the stark black line that bisects pale skin and disappears beneath the collar of her dress to end at a fixed point between her breasts — and she invites his hands everywhere, while they kiss, her own fingers briefly sweeping up into the dark tumble of his hair for nails to rake across his scalp before she too might set to work on divesting him of some of those clothes.
his hand on her hip stays her for a moment, and he may already be able to discern that beneath the ruching of her skirts her legs are bare, that through the fabric he'll only be met with delicate lace that barely covers her; she'd dispensed with those heavy layers during the unbearable heat of duplicity's summer, and now she indulges, somewhat, her desire to wear finer things in silk stockings and lacy undergarments. certainly nothing that will significantly hinder his progress if he wants to touch her elsewhere. ]