[ He'd had a response, but it goes forgotten when his hand meets her skin. The last remains of his light tone and smile fall away, and he raises the left hand as well to rest lightly against her hip. His right hand moves slowly, experimentally, taking over from her guidance, but not wandering far.
He doesn't need to see anything, he knows exactly what he's feeling. ]
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He doesn't need to see anything, he knows exactly what he's feeling. ]
May I... ask?