[He traced the slow reveal of skin, every inch in turn - breath and wind shifting and playing, till her taste lingered salty-sweet on his tongue. The slow and deliberate opening of her shirt enthralled him - the control, the leisurely pace. It was hard to match it. Every new glimpse he got of her tugged at him, left him reaching for more.
When she stopped to cast off the hat he gave her a feral sort of grin. Teasing, too, was she. With a twist of his shoulders he shrugged off the shirt; the muscles of his chest and arms were tight, the scars of a lifetime on the battlefield pale against the tanned skin. He pulled her close, skin to skin, to keep her warm, to feel her breath and let her feel his racing pulse in turn.]
Never, [he murmured against the skin of her neck.] Far too dangerous, you see... and far too grand, to be wasted on meaningless encounters. [And this was utterly the exception. He nuzzled the tender skin just between her breasts, then nipped at it, just with the edge of his teeth. Just on the edge between pain and pleasure.]
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Date: 2010-02-03 10:02 pm (UTC)When she stopped to cast off the hat he gave her a feral sort of grin. Teasing, too, was she. With a twist of his shoulders he shrugged off the shirt; the muscles of his chest and arms were tight, the scars of a lifetime on the battlefield pale against the tanned skin. He pulled her close, skin to skin, to keep her warm, to feel her breath and let her feel his racing pulse in turn.]
Never, [he murmured against the skin of her neck.] Far too dangerous, you see... and far too grand, to be wasted on meaningless encounters. [And this was utterly the exception. He nuzzled the tender skin just between her breasts, then nipped at it, just with the edge of his teeth. Just on the edge between pain and pleasure.]