He commits to memory every contour as his fingers trace over each muscle, each fold of skin. He leaves nothing untouched, and as his brings his hands ovr her shoulders to the nape if her neck, he trails a feather light touch down her spine until her clothing prevents him from going further.
His fingers follow her waist to her sides, finger tips lightly brushing back up to her arms before he flattens his hands on her skin to run up her arms, gently urging her to straighten them above his head so he can grasp her wrists as he rolls them back over.
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Date: 2008-01-03 06:49 pm (UTC)His fingers follow her waist to her sides, finger tips lightly brushing back up to her arms before he flattens his hands on her skin to run up her arms, gently urging her to straighten them above his head so he can grasp her wrists as he rolls them back over.