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[meteorstorm]

[ from here

it's also a hand sliding under the blanket ]

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[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 ]

[switchcraft]

[biting on her lip and shifting into him, as embarrassing as it is, drawing her fingertips along his collarbone as a distraction]

[meteorstorm]

[ he's being careful not to move too fast or cut it too close, hand sliding up and down her leg and leaning into her touch, dipping his head to press his mouth to the pulse in her neck ]

[switchcraft]

[not pulling away at all, even if her leg muscles tense here and there under his touch, though she makes a quiet little noise in her throat and curls closer]

[meteorstorm]

[ sliding his hand up her leg and over her stomach again, nails scratching gently over her skin ]

[switchcraft]

[breathes out warmly against his cheek, inching her hand to his shoulder while she tries to work up just a little more courage]

Ah...

[meteorstorm]

[ makes a soft, pleased sound--something that might even be encouraging--and traces his fingers up her torso ]

[switchcraft]

You can...

[pause; nope too embarrassing]

Please...

[nnnnope that's even worse]

... I do love you...

[waIT THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE IT]

[meteorstorm]

[ freezes in place, staring wide-eyed at her (probably in shock) for a few moments . . . and then there's a quick movement and he's pinning her down, leaning in to kiss eagerly over her face and neck ]

[switchcraft]

[whining softly in embarrassment, and once again completely red and clinging to his neck with both hands scraping his shoulders]