[His touch remains controlled. One could almost imagine that the warm brush of knuckles or the pads of his fingertips here and there between each clasp was accidents of motion, were it not for the deliberate slow speed of each.
At the last clasp was pulled apart, the jacket was left to simply hang on Tex's shoulders, undone but not pushed aside. His voice is a murmur.]
The other will look better, I think. Dressing as an ornament hardly suits.
[There's a simple look, a hesitation that is judging permission, before leaning in to take a kiss from her.]
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At the last clasp was pulled apart, the jacket was left to simply hang on Tex's shoulders, undone but not pushed aside. His voice is a murmur.]
The other will look better, I think. Dressing as an ornament hardly suits.
[There's a simple look, a hesitation that is judging permission, before leaning in to take a kiss from her.]