[ So long as they're careful, those fingers can wander where they please so long as they don't poke what is better left alone. Learning, relearning, the lines of her scars and where they cross muscle has her almost purring, sliding closer, moving to straddle his lap properly. ]
Practice does make perfect.
[and goodness knows she's always been something of a perfectionist, tilting her chin up and head back to let him trail kisses down her throat if he wishes.
Yet something feels off, at least there's a quiet insistance in the back of her head that tells her so. She tries to set that feeling aside and yet.. (--A lack of quick and clever fingers running over both of them and no warmth from--) ]
Action; Day 158 - late morning
Practice does make perfect.
[and goodness knows she's always been something of a perfectionist, tilting her chin up and head back to let him trail kisses down her throat if he wishes.
Yet something feels off, at least there's a quiet insistance in the back of her head that tells her so. She tries to set that feeling aside and yet.. (--A lack of quick and clever fingers running over both of them and no warmth from--) ]