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[meteorstorm]

[ from here

it's also a hand sliding under the blanket ]

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[meteorstorm]

When it comes to this ...

[ how do I always manage to make things even more awkward :|

can press his cheek into her hand, though ]

Try whatever you want to.

[switchcraft]

[that's so open-ended though...

nods slowly, stroking her knuckles against his cheek]

I'll try.

[meteorstorm]

[ I know talking about it is taboo but look the only other experience I have with this is with someone far more violent and forward than you

so this is new for me too ]

Mm. You can't go wrong.

[switchcraft]

[someone who was also experienced and I don't know what I'm doing except not helping]

Ah, I see.

[meteorstorm]

Just--here.

[ sitting himself up and pulling her hand to press it against his chest and holding it there for a moment, then moving it lower down his torso to his stomach ]

. . . Figuring it out's half the fun.

[switchcraft]

[slides her hand back slowly upward, eyes on her fingers as she traces along the line of his muscles]

[meteorstorm]

[ letting out a slow breath and his muscles are twitching under her hand ]

[switchcraft]

[and again, pressing a little harder and trying not to scratch with her nails]

[meteorstorm]

[ leaning into her hand and dipping his head close to her ear ]

Don't worry about hurting me.

[switchcraft]

[which is about all it takes for her to go bright red again, but she nods and - still lightly - scratches along his side]

[meteorstorm]

[ well it was kind of obvious you were trying not to

and that'll get a slight shiver and a small puff of breath, and his own hand's mirroring hers at her side ]

[switchcraft]

[that is oddly comforting somehow, and helps her boost up the confidence to drag her fingers low across his stomach]

[meteorstorm]

[ makes a low, appreciative sound in the back of his throat and flattens his palm over her belly, fingers rubbing in slow circles ]

[switchcraft]

[leans into his touch, soft fingertips dredging up his chest and nails curling down]

[meteorstorm]

[ dragging his fingers lower, tips tracing over the the line of her hipbone and tilting his head, lips brushing against the shell of her ear ]

[switchcraft]

[that gets a warm noise, pressing her face to his chest and curling her fingers against his ribs]

[meteorstorm]

[ catching her earlobe between his teeth and pulling lightly, his hand sliding around to press his fingers to the small of her back ]

[switchcraft]

[and there's another noise, breathier than the last, and she's shifting her weight against his]

[meteorstorm]

Hm?

[ scraping his nails gently up her spine ]

[switchcraft]

[words are a little hard to come by right now, so she's slipping her hand away from him instead, swallowing air thickly before a very slow hand buries itself in the blanket and shoves it away completely]

[meteorstorm]

[ makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and flushes even more red, breaths coming out a little quicker and his heart thumping loudly in his chest. slowly, carefully, one hand's sliding down her hip to the outside of her thigh ]

[switchcraft]

[his heart can't be any louder than hers, but she's pressing her palm over his and letting her nails bite into skin just enough to be felt, still just trying to breathe]

[meteorstorm]

[ tilting his head to watch her face and giving a weak smile, fingers spreading over her thigh ]

[switchcraft]

[watching his hand but trying to do more than stare, her hand idly stroking down his chest and stomach]

[meteorstorm]

[ slowly but surely sliding his hand over her leg, fingers dragging along the inside of her thigh, his own muscles trembling under her hand ]