[ she smiles as he draws her close, hands curving momentarily around his hips before stripping his belt from its loops and working at the fastenings keeping his pants on, fingertips brushing against his abdomen as she works. the work is quick (it has to be; their resources here are better than most but the hot water will only last them for so long), but she finds herself distracted as his fingers slip underneath her shirt and his mouth moves over her skin.
she's the one who's impatient now, careful but hasty as she finishes undoing his pants and pushes them down his hips. ]
Well, I suppose one of us had to have some. [ and god knows it wasn't going to be her. ]
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she's the one who's impatient now, careful but hasty as she finishes undoing his pants and pushes them down his hips. ]
Well, I suppose one of us had to have some. [ and god knows it wasn't going to be her. ]