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[that gets him goosebumps and a very quiet happy sound, and there is no way he will miss the fact that the black bra is covered in little blue stars]

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[ absolutely no way and he's letting out a soft, quiet little laugh and leaning up again, dipping his head to properly kiss her on the mouth ]

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[sometimes a girl just needs to accessorize. in the off-chance that kissing leads somewhere. which it can now. no I have not been wearing this every other day since I learned about that shut up.

(.. it's every four days)

kissing back, parting her lips just as soon as he lets her, leaning into it]

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[ making a pleased sound against her mouth and scratching his nails over her ribs, fingertips rubbing small patterns over her stomach ]

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[arches into that though her hands rake across his shirt, pulling up the hem and dragging her fingers over his skin when she can reach it]

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[ well, fair is fair and he can sit up enough to yank off his over shirt, then reach for the hem of his tshirt ]

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[yeah ... that's much better

taking the chance to shrug out of her shirt and push it aside, then, before flattening both palms against his ribs and scraping down his stomach]

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[ His muscles are trembling almost ticklishly under her hands and he's yanking his tshirt all the way off, leaning in again to press his mouth to her collarbone and sucking lightly, teeth scraping over her skin ]

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[sliding her hands back up, fingernails trailing and catching on abs as she presses herself tighter against him]

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[ Sliding one hand over her breast and squeezing lightly, fingers tracing over the edge of the fabric. His mouth's still working, pressing a line of kisses along her collarbone ]

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[she makes another little sound at that, running her fingers over his ribs in soft strokes and gentle scratches]

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[ Moving to slide one of the straps down over her shoulder as he kisses his way down to her chest, pausing for a moment to suck lightly at the top of her breast ]

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[sliding her hands up his chest, lingering at the dip of his collarbone]

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[ Shivering a little and he's shifting, sitting himself up and sliding his legs down on either side of her to straddle her thighs. He's leaning in again, teeth catching on the fabric of her bra and tugging lightly ]

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Ah...

[shifting herself then, running her hands down his arms before wriggling just a little, let's see if reaching around her back to unhook the thing will help you before you eat the nice thing]

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[ I wasn't going to eat it! But admittedly I don't have the patience for them.

Letting out a small, appreciative sound and his hands are sliding up her arms, fingers catching in the straps of her bra and tugging it down ]

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[somehow even knowing that you've seen them before is not helping the whole self-conscious thing ...

pushes bra away, redder in the face than before and gaze steadily downward facing, following the movements of his hands]

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[ Without getting vulgar about it, I like your chest, okay.

He's looking up for a moment as he works his way down her chest, kissing and licking across her skin ]

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[and I like that you like them. it is just a new thing still. being wanted. like that. um.

she shivers and there's a warm noise low in her throat, fingers threading through his hair]

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[ u///u

He's being slow about it, working his way lower and pressing kisses down her torso, teeth scraping lightly over her ribs ]

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[u////u

she's trying her best to stay still, back still coming off the bed with more little sounds spilling out past her lips]

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[ Dragging his tongue around her navel and sliding his hands up and down her sides, making a pleased noise against her skin ]

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[Curling her hand through his hair, drumming her nails and fingertips lightly against his scalp]

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[ Pausing, but only really so his hands can slide down to the waistband of her skirt, finger playing with the button ]

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[Shifts her weight so she can prop herself up better to reach, nails dragging through his hair before her fingers make the rest of the way down his arm and over the offensive fastening]

It won't bite.