[ Whatever feigned whine that would normally make an appearance in the wake of supposed criticism is swallowed by gentle intake of breath as he journeys south along her warm skin. As his mouth skims her jaw she bares his neck to him, a motion she's done so many times before in the past. There has never been a need for her to be so closely guarded, even physically, or to think twice about baring herself like that. Even if she had, the time for hesitation for that has long since passed because it's always felt so natural and right with him.
The sentiment that had danced across her mind and settled on her heart so many months ago when they had made up in the spa remains ever present and truthful now: so much of her is his. Wholly, and fully, in this timeline or whatever timeline lay before them. Something else makes that thought soar as she feels his fingers tease the hem of her thin slip: she can start to believe that he feels the same too.
Her hands trace long lines down the lines of his neck, fingernails scraping lightly against the planes of his chest. A pleased noise hums from her throat as she feigns innocence. ]
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[ Whatever feigned whine that would normally make an appearance in the wake of supposed criticism is swallowed by gentle intake of breath as he journeys south along her warm skin. As his mouth skims her jaw she bares his neck to him, a motion she's done so many times before in the past. There has never been a need for her to be so closely guarded, even physically, or to think twice about baring herself like that. Even if she had, the time for hesitation for that has long since passed because it's always felt so natural and right with him.
The sentiment that had danced across her mind and settled on her heart so many months ago when they had made up in the spa remains ever present and truthful now: so much of her is his. Wholly, and fully, in this timeline or whatever timeline lay before them. Something else makes that thought soar as she feels his fingers tease the hem of her thin slip: she can start to believe that he feels the same too.
Her hands trace long lines down the lines of his neck, fingernails scraping lightly against the planes of his chest. A pleased noise hums from her throat as she feigns innocence. ]
Other things like what exactly?