[ What a shame they're in public, she can think to herself, but she knows how he is, and she doesn't want to do more than what he's comfortable with.
So, her hands move once more from their respective positions to settle upon his chest, warm as always, and feeling the soft fabric of his shirt. His hands upon her hips keep their bodies close, and she's not protesting there. She feels light in his arms, and... happy, too. Teasing can be fun in of itself, silly but with warmth and attraction, the kind that makes her cheeks flush a tender pink when he says he wants to take a bite. ]
This fisherman is getting a little too ahead of himself. [ One of her hands upon her chest lifts up to his jaw, and a finger delicately crooks beneath his chin. ] You don't want to unwrap me first?
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So, her hands move once more from their respective positions to settle upon his chest, warm as always, and feeling the soft fabric of his shirt. His hands upon her hips keep their bodies close, and she's not protesting there. She feels light in his arms, and... happy, too. Teasing can be fun in of itself, silly but with warmth and attraction, the kind that makes her cheeks flush a tender pink when he says he wants to take a bite. ]
This fisherman is getting a little too ahead of himself. [ One of her hands upon her chest lifts up to his jaw, and a finger delicately crooks beneath his chin. ] You don't want to unwrap me first?