Hnnnnnn. [She settles back on her knees, partly to encourage his fingers to go deeper, partly to free up her own arms to explore his body. She runs her hands down his chest, giving his nipples a little twist just because she can. She knows he doesn't feel much there. Moving down from his chest, she traces his abdomen, running her fingers along the edge of each muscle and bone.
She loves his body. She loves its flexibility, its agility, its deceptive strength. She likes how he hides it behind baggy clothes, as though the truth of it is a secret just for her. She loves the scars that cover his skin, proof that his strength isn't just for show, that this body isn't just a hobby. (Proof also that he has a reason for his jagged edges, and he wasn't just born cruel.) She trails slow kisses down his neck and shoulders, choosing usual places -- the back of his neck, between his collarbones, just above his armpits -- to leave little bite marks.]
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She loves his body. She loves its flexibility, its agility, its deceptive strength. She likes how he hides it behind baggy clothes, as though the truth of it is a secret just for her. She loves the scars that cover his skin, proof that his strength isn't just for show, that this body isn't just a hobby. (Proof also that he has a reason for his jagged edges, and he wasn't just born cruel.) She trails slow kisses down his neck and shoulders, choosing usual places -- the back of his neck, between his collarbones, just above his armpits -- to leave little bite marks.]