[She'd much rather he hold her to other things, which is an incredibly tacky retort that thankfully never makes it out. The open mouthed kiss he presses to her stomach effectively silences anything she might have said, replacing words with a quick gasp and an audible exhale, lean muscles tightening under his lips. She's not ticklish there, no, but oh she feels it, a burst of heat that radiates out from the wet spot he leaves on her skin.
He returns to the rest of the suit and she watches him from under her lashes, distinctly aware of the jump in her pulse that comes with the brush of strong hands over her backside and down her legs, her breath sticking in her throat more than once. She balances herself against his shoulders with each leg of the suit he peels off, more goosebumps following in his wake, until she finds herself stripped before him in only her underwear. There's a moment of disappointment that she's not wearing something more alluring, but considering that she hadn't exactly planned on this when she'd left for the day, she figures that she should just be grateful they match, utilitarian as they are.
She lifts her arms to pull her bra off, struggling out of the constricting fabric and tossing it aside with no small amount of relief. Her ribs protest the movement and the weight of her unbound breasts, but it's an ache that's easily ignored for a more pleasant one. Her hands return to him, combing back through his hair restlessly, a flush across her face starting to creep down over her chest. It's been too long since she last bared herself for him and she'd nearly forgotten how it made her feel, everything narrowing down to just the two of them and the small space they occupied.]
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He returns to the rest of the suit and she watches him from under her lashes, distinctly aware of the jump in her pulse that comes with the brush of strong hands over her backside and down her legs, her breath sticking in her throat more than once. She balances herself against his shoulders with each leg of the suit he peels off, more goosebumps following in his wake, until she finds herself stripped before him in only her underwear. There's a moment of disappointment that she's not wearing something more alluring, but considering that she hadn't exactly planned on this when she'd left for the day, she figures that she should just be grateful they match, utilitarian as they are.
She lifts her arms to pull her bra off, struggling out of the constricting fabric and tossing it aside with no small amount of relief. Her ribs protest the movement and the weight of her unbound breasts, but it's an ache that's easily ignored for a more pleasant one. Her hands return to him, combing back through his hair restlessly, a flush across her face starting to creep down over her chest. It's been too long since she last bared herself for him and she'd nearly forgotten how it made her feel, everything narrowing down to just the two of them and the small space they occupied.]