[It's almost like a dance, with her hands on his shoulders, and he's starting to get an idea of the choreography. He continues the kiss for a beat, then pulls back just a few inches, takes a deep breath, and looks at her - really looks, letting his eyes travel down over her, and watching as one of his hands slips forward, over the surface of her breast, thumb rubbing a crescent arc over one aureola. The other hand slips down, grazing the underside of her other breast, following for a moment the slanting path laid out by scar tissue, then continuing down, slowly, over her stomach, before he looks up to meet her in the eyes again and make sure.]
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Date: 2015-05-09 08:43 am (UTC)[It's almost like a dance, with her hands on his shoulders, and he's starting to get an idea of the choreography. He continues the kiss for a beat, then pulls back just a few inches, takes a deep breath, and looks at her - really looks, letting his eyes travel down over her, and watching as one of his hands slips forward, over the surface of her breast, thumb rubbing a crescent arc over one aureola. The other hand slips down, grazing the underside of her other breast, following for a moment the slanting path laid out by scar tissue, then continuing down, slowly, over her stomach, before he looks up to meet her in the eyes again and make sure.]