[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.]
[ It's not easy, being the focus of his attention like this. Before, maybe, she wouldn't have minded, but with all the scars... A part of her wants to look away, kiss him again to distract him, anything. She doesn't, just watches his face as his eyes and hands move lower, silent and intent.
Her eyes shutter closed for a moment as his thumb traces around her nipple, a deep breath pressing her breast a little more into his hand. She opens them again when she feels his other hand pause, meets his eyes and smiles tentatively.
[He murmurs the words, then lets his hand continue tracing downward, fingers slipping between her parted thighs, just exploring, softly, curious, gaze flickering from her face, to his right hand, to his left hand, and back, vigilantly, breathing very shallow, yes very, very wide.]
[ It's soft, slightly breathless, as she shifts her stance to make just a little more room for his hand. One thumb plays absently over his collarbone as his fingers move, fingertips pressing into the back of his shoulder almost unconsciously.
After a moment, she leans forward to kiss him again, softer this time, moving her hips at the same time to get a bit more pressure where she wants it. ]
[The kiss starts, his fingers begin to press deeper, incrementally, testing each millimeter of motion in case there's some boundary he's about to cross -
- and then there's a brief stutter in the water, as the temperature drops from steaming hot to merely tepid.]
[ Steph yelps and jerks back, lunging for the handle to turn the water off. It's not freezing, but it's not exactly pleasant either, and she has no interest in staying in here any longer.
She turns back to Tim, smiling sheepishly. ] Probably should have seen that coming...
She steps forward again to give him another quick kiss, because oh no, she is not letting him get away that easily. ] We could dry off and move to the bunks... [ She thinks they've probably got some time left before anyone else follows them inside. She's willing to risk it. ]
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[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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Her eyes shutter closed for a moment as his thumb traces around her nipple, a deep breath pressing her breast a little more into his hand. She opens them again when she feels his other hand pause, meets his eyes and smiles tentatively.
Permission granted, Boy Wonder. ]
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[He murmurs the words, then lets his hand continue tracing downward, fingers slipping between her parted thighs, just exploring, softly, curious, gaze flickering from her face, to his right hand, to his left hand, and back, vigilantly, breathing very shallow, yes very, very wide.]
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[ It's soft, slightly breathless, as she shifts her stance to make just a little more room for his hand. One thumb plays absently over his collarbone as his fingers move, fingertips pressing into the back of his shoulder almost unconsciously.
After a moment, she leans forward to kiss him again, softer this time, moving her hips at the same time to get a bit more pressure where she wants it. ]
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- and then there's a brief stutter in the water, as the temperature drops from steaming hot to merely tepid.]
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She turns back to Tim, smiling sheepishly. ] Probably should have seen that coming...
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[He laughs, weakly, and steps back, hands sliding off of her, looking uncertain and abashed once more.]
Uh... what happens now?
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She steps forward again to give him another quick kiss, because oh no, she is not letting him get away that easily. ] We could dry off and move to the bunks... [ She thinks they've probably got some time left before anyone else follows them inside. She's willing to risk it. ]
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I still want to.