[Reaching out, Ciri runs her fingers through Cullen's hair, the silky strands feeling heavenly against her roughened skin. She rounds his ear, thumb brushing the shape of it, down to his neck, back up to frame his jaw, make him look at her.]
Do you trust me?
[She has no doubt that he does. With her free hand, she starts unlacing her outer corset, her belts already waiting at the head of the bed - she doubts Cullen has noticed.]
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Do you trust me?
[She has no doubt that he does. With her free hand, she starts unlacing her outer corset, her belts already waiting at the head of the bed - she doubts Cullen has noticed.]
If you do, you'll take off your armor.