[His hands go back to smoothing down her back, , heels of his palms pressing in, trim fingernails scratching here and there where the paint is more stubborn. He's wordless. Words seem too dangerous, too explicit an acknowledgement of what's almost happening. Gradually, he works his way down to the small of her back, and again he hesitates.]
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Date: 2015-04-29 04:56 pm (UTC)