[He is very much a romantic, though his instincts tend to lie dormant most of the time, and she tends to bring it out in him without any effort on her part. He's not sure if he should be grateful to her or not. No, that's a lie. He is grateful. He's grateful for all kinds of things, grateful they're still alive, grateful for whatever impulse it was that pushed her to take him home that night two months ago, grateful that she was willing to try again. Phil misses the simple companionship that they rarely get in their line of work, and she's giving it to him, despite the fact that he knows it doesn't come easy to her. So yeah, he's grateful.
His hand splays at the base of her spine, the tip of his pinky finger slipping beneath the elastic of her panties as his other hand skims down her neck to stroke across her collarbones.]
Well, [he starts, a smile twinkling in his eye,] It tends to start with removing this. [And his fingers trail down her sternum to hook the front of her bra, tugging just a little.]
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His hand splays at the base of her spine, the tip of his pinky finger slipping beneath the elastic of her panties as his other hand skims down her neck to stroke across her collarbones.]
Well, [he starts, a smile twinkling in his eye,] It tends to start with removing this. [And his fingers trail down her sternum to hook the front of her bra, tugging just a little.]