[ Her hand has long left his face now that he's got the idea, instead resting on his shoulder. He's eager, she'll give him that, and she's smiling as she sets the tone. Her lips, firm and forceful against his, pull back after a long moment with a parting nip at his bottom lip. It's strange having this much height difference between them, but she'll make do.
The tips of her fingers trail across his collarbone and play idly with the collar of his shirt. His bones might need delicate care, but his skin can't be the same way. ] I can leave you a souvenir.
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The tips of her fingers trail across his collarbone and play idly with the collar of his shirt. His bones might need delicate care, but his skin can't be the same way. ] I can leave you a souvenir.