[He grins, huffing out a little breath, and nods against her shoulder.] Yeah. [Yeah, Mitchell is great, thanks, he feels absolutely amazing right now. He's forgotten how strange it is for her to be so cold against him, almost like he's never known any different, and the itch to touch her is overwhelming. Luckily, she doesn't make him wait any longer, and so he allows those questing fingers to slide forward until he finds her slit, her skin cold and slick to the touch.
It makes him laugh quietly, incredulous, and he presses another kiss to her shoulder as he strokes her carefully, feeling like he's dipped his fingers in a spring or something pure and cool, far from unpleasant but definitely not what he expected.] Still okay?
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It makes him laugh quietly, incredulous, and he presses another kiss to her shoulder as he strokes her carefully, feeling like he's dipped his fingers in a spring or something pure and cool, far from unpleasant but definitely not what he expected.] Still okay?