Her voice catches when his hands come to rest at her hips, and she longs to feel the touch of his thumbs at her ribcage.
"--I'd say you're startin' to look like a ruffian again," she murmurs, her face pink. She chuckles softly.
"Though it does give me more to pull my hands through..."
Her arms loop around his neck while she's speaking, and she pulls the glove from one hand carefully, tucking at each finger before tugging off the leather. She repeats the action with her other hand. And when the gloves are off, she pulls one hand up into his blonde mess, slowly and tauntingly, the fingers of her other hand (still grasping gloves) threading into the hair at the nape of his neck, to keep his head steady.
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Her voice catches when his hands come to rest at her hips, and she longs to feel the touch of his thumbs at her ribcage.
"--I'd say you're startin' to look like a ruffian again," she murmurs, her face pink. She chuckles softly.
"Though it does give me more to pull my hands through..."
Her arms loop around his neck while she's speaking, and she pulls the glove from one hand carefully, tucking at each finger before tugging off the leather. She repeats the action with her other hand. And when the gloves are off, she pulls one hand up into his blonde mess, slowly and tauntingly, the fingers of her other hand (still grasping gloves) threading into the hair at the nape of his neck, to keep his head steady.