[ he smiles against her - and even if she can't see that smile, it's undoubtedly a wicked one. Suffice to say, her guess about being teased is right on the money. How can he help himself? Especially when her answer has such a tempting implication in it, and he can feel her quiver against him in spite of herself? ]
Embarrassing? What could possibly be embarrassing between you and I?
[ his mouth finds the base of her ear next, then her neck, relentless and slow - there's no nipping, no leaving marks, just simple adoration poured onto her skin. The pulse he would feel beneath his lips on any other girl is absent, and yet he finds it doesn't bother him, so long as he can feel her life in the warm edges of the Horologium pressing into him with her every breath. ]
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Embarrassing? What could possibly be embarrassing between you and I?
[ his mouth finds the base of her ear next, then her neck, relentless and slow - there's no nipping, no leaving marks, just simple adoration poured onto her skin. The pulse he would feel beneath his lips on any other girl is absent, and yet he finds it doesn't bother him, so long as he can feel her life in the warm edges of the Horologium pressing into him with her every breath. ]