[And that throat is looking mighty tasty, don't mind if he does. Sure, there's a...missing component to this, but they can always start without him, right? He knows her skin and where to touch as if he's known it for years, even though he had no idea before now.
That should bother him. That should bother him like the faded memory of a husband and child should bother him, but again, being in the moment, in that memory however false it might be, feels real.
And she is definitely in his lap, and he is definitely kissing her. That's real. The way he makes her top ride up while he touches her is real.]
[ They can definitely continue now they've begun. Right now, Carolina doesn't feel any urge to dissuade Malcolm from tracing paths up and down her sides. She's returning the favour, after all; while he teasing his way up beneath her shirt she rubs one hand lightly along the side of his neck and across his collarbone, all the better to start making light work of unbuttoning his shirt. Slow, teasing, parting his shirt that little bit wider as the fabric gives way, tracing patterns with her finger tips as she goes.
Eyes fall half-closed, lashes low, and turns her head to nuzzle his jaw lightly. This feels good, and given how life has been for them both lately, they deserve to enjoy this, don't they? ]
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Action; Day 158 - late morning
That should bother him. That should bother him like the faded memory of a husband and child should bother him, but again, being in the moment, in that memory however false it might be, feels real.
And she is definitely in his lap, and he is definitely kissing her. That's real. The way he makes her top ride up while he touches her is real.]
Action; Day 158 - late morning
Eyes fall half-closed, lashes low, and turns her head to nuzzle his jaw lightly. This feels good, and given how life has been for them both lately, they deserve to enjoy this, don't they? ]