[Now that he's grown so much more used to her touch, the chill of her hand isn't as surprising as it once had been, and so he doesn't jump at all when she slides her hand down his spine to curl over the swell of his arse, hanging out of his trousers like an idiot.
He laughs against her chest, pushing up on his elbows so there's space between them, smiling down at her with eyes that are dark with desire and not bloodlust.]
What say you we get the rest of these clothes off, then? [He can kick off his jeans and she can will off her leggings or whatever it is she does, and then they'll both be properly naked. That'll make him feel good.
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He laughs against her chest, pushing up on his elbows so there's space between them, smiling down at her with eyes that are dark with desire and not bloodlust.]
What say you we get the rest of these clothes off, then? [He can kick off his jeans and she can will off her leggings or whatever it is she does, and then they'll both be properly naked. That'll make him feel good.