[He does, in and out, the breath you take just before the first time you fling yourself off a seventy story building with nothing but a grappling gun to keep you alive, and reaches down to smooth his thumb over the paint smear, just half an inch past the swell of her hip, something he could have easily cleaned by just tugging her underwear down rather than off. This time, his eyes travel lower than the small of her back, cheeks pinking further, gaze lingering, almost more curious than admiring, although there's plainly some of both. Okay. Steph. Naked. Close up. That's... good.
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Date: 2015-05-02 05:40 am (UTC)[He does, in and out, the breath you take just before the first time you fling yourself off a seventy story building with nothing but a grappling gun to keep you alive, and reaches down to smooth his thumb over the paint smear, just half an inch past the swell of her hip, something he could have easily cleaned by just tugging her underwear down rather than off. This time, his eyes travel lower than the small of her back, cheeks pinking further, gaze lingering, almost more curious than admiring, although there's plainly some of both. Okay. Steph. Naked. Close up. That's... good.
He can't believe he's going through with this.]