She smiles softly back, one eyebrow arched very slightly with curiosity...
... that dissipates as he moves. As her eyes close and her skin tingles again at the difference between the heat of his mouth and the cool of the air that passes over her skin in his wake. There may be a sigh. There's definitely a shiver.
And in that moment one hand curls tight in the sheets, the other reaching up to stroke down the back of his neck. There's a delightful little tension there in not knowing what he's going to do next.
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Date: 2008-01-04 12:58 am (UTC)... that dissipates as he moves. As her eyes close and her skin tingles again at the difference between the heat of his mouth and the cool of the air that passes over her skin in his wake. There may be a sigh. There's definitely a shiver.
And in that moment one hand curls tight in the sheets, the other reaching up to stroke down the back of his neck. There's a delightful little tension there in not knowing what he's going to do next.