[He's not surprised that she agrees to let him, but it still makes his breath catch in his throat when she leans back and puts his hands on her. As bold as his words have been, the blush on his cheeks is still there and deepens again as hand slides up her thigh.
It's a light caress, gentle and curious, undemanding. He wonders if it's strange that he liked it when she was rough with him (the tug on his hair, the fork pressed into his throat), but he wants so badly to be careful with her. He knows some of what she's been through and he thinks she deserves to be treated like she's precious. Because she is.
He traces a path up to the hem of her hoodie, but doesn't try to push any further than that. Not yet, anyway. He likes taking his time, he thinks, savoring the feel of her skin beneath his palm. He can feel the muscles in her thighs, solid first from her time as a dancer and then from all the running she's had to do since her last performance on the rooftop. He can remember that clearly now.
His hands find her way down to her calves next and he massages the muscles there gently before lifting them just a little, urging her to wrap them around his waist.]
I like this. When your legs are around me this way. [Bold words again, even if the blush continues to give him away. He can't help it, though. He likes the idea of being surrounded by her.] Is that all right?
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It's a light caress, gentle and curious, undemanding. He wonders if it's strange that he liked it when she was rough with him (the tug on his hair, the fork pressed into his throat), but he wants so badly to be careful with her. He knows some of what she's been through and he thinks she deserves to be treated like she's precious. Because she is.
He traces a path up to the hem of her hoodie, but doesn't try to push any further than that. Not yet, anyway. He likes taking his time, he thinks, savoring the feel of her skin beneath his palm. He can feel the muscles in her thighs, solid first from her time as a dancer and then from all the running she's had to do since her last performance on the rooftop. He can remember that clearly now.
His hands find her way down to her calves next and he massages the muscles there gently before lifting them just a little, urging her to wrap them around his waist.]
I like this. When your legs are around me this way. [Bold words again, even if the blush continues to give him away. He can't help it, though. He likes the idea of being surrounded by her.] Is that all right?