Success only makes him bolder, one hand at her jaw - he won't muss her hair and risk losing one of the feathers out here in the dark - and the other at her hip, his thumb rubbing an idle circle into her leather breeches. It might start out sweet, but it lasts long enough to turn hungry.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he tells her in a murmur, without pulling back. He'd imagined more elegant things he might say, suggestions of where things could go from here, but they've all fled his mind in favor of the reminder of her taste.
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Date: 2025-07-08 09:24 pm (UTC)"I can't stop thinking about you," he tells her in a murmur, without pulling back. He'd imagined more elegant things he might say, suggestions of where things could go from here, but they've all fled his mind in favor of the reminder of her taste.