[He's taking his damn time and teasing. He won't even pretend otherwise. Undressing her is giving him all kinds of reasons to run his hands over her body and explore.
Like the way his hand slips down to caress her ass as he shifts her a little under him to help get the long wind of the obi free. Trailing a long dragging kiss down her slender throat he lifts his head to look - and realizes that she's got two other smaller belts tied in place as well.
And makes a sound that's somewhere between a groan and a chuckle, lowering his head to nuzzle at the base of her throat before lifting enough to look down and watch as his hands start at the one at her waist, fumbling to find where his grandmother turned the fabric to hide the bow.
And the muscles along his back and sides move automatically, stretching and rolling as her fingers trace over them, feeling each brush like a jolt of sparking fire, each stroke like hot liquid oil. No one's touched his skin since he escaped the Galra, not even Mercy when she was patching him up after his first run in with Talon. Hana's fingers - he doesn't remember his skin ever being as sensitive as it is now before.
The second belt comes loose and pulls away and he lays his palm over her stomach. Spreads his fingers. His. Its his human hand and he lets the heat of his skin sink in there before he drags it slow upward, presses another kiss to her throat, starts to work at untying the small belt just under her breasts, back of his hand a slow, steady drag back and forth against her there as his fingers are busy trying to find the tucked bow.]
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Like the way his hand slips down to caress her ass as he shifts her a little under him to help get the long wind of the obi free. Trailing a long dragging kiss down her slender throat he lifts his head to look - and realizes that she's got two other smaller belts tied in place as well.
And makes a sound that's somewhere between a groan and a chuckle, lowering his head to nuzzle at the base of her throat before lifting enough to look down and watch as his hands start at the one at her waist, fumbling to find where his grandmother turned the fabric to hide the bow.
And the muscles along his back and sides move automatically, stretching and rolling as her fingers trace over them, feeling each brush like a jolt of sparking fire, each stroke like hot liquid oil. No one's touched his skin since he escaped the Galra, not even Mercy when she was patching him up after his first run in with Talon. Hana's fingers - he doesn't remember his skin ever being as sensitive as it is now before.
The second belt comes loose and pulls away and he lays his palm over her stomach. Spreads his fingers. His. Its his human hand and he lets the heat of his skin sink in there before he drags it slow upward, presses another kiss to her throat, starts to work at untying the small belt just under her breasts, back of his hand a slow, steady drag back and forth against her there as his fingers are busy trying to find the tucked bow.]