[She parts from him just enough to facilitate him lifting her shirt, hands departing from their exploration to finish the job, lifting it by the hem and letting it fall to the kitchen floor. She's immediately back at him, humming against his mouth and then replying between kisses:]
Mm—likewise.
[And it does; he's warm from training still, skin surprisingly soft and supple, except where it's not—she can feel the rougher places on his hands where he holds a sword, and that's good, too. Because she's so much shorter than him, it's easy to remove her lips from his and to kiss into the warm place between his jaw and his neck, leaving a smear of lipstick that she quite likes.
She fits her fingers in the waistband of his pants, teasing, toying with the elastic of his underwear even as she uses it as leverage to pull his hips into hers.]
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Mm—likewise.
[And it does; he's warm from training still, skin surprisingly soft and supple, except where it's not—she can feel the rougher places on his hands where he holds a sword, and that's good, too. Because she's so much shorter than him, it's easy to remove her lips from his and to kiss into the warm place between his jaw and his neck, leaving a smear of lipstick that she quite likes.
She fits her fingers in the waistband of his pants, teasing, toying with the elastic of his underwear even as she uses it as leverage to pull his hips into hers.]