[ his gaze sharpens at the light tease of her nails against his skin, a muscle in his jaw tightening minutely as his fingers curl briefly into a fist at her lower back. he hears the soft whisper of fabric landing on the bathroom floor, feels the softer touch of her bare skin against him and his brow furrows, tension in his frame pulling taunt before it loosens by degrees. she tests him, tempts him, hunger warring with exhaustionโthe former always wins in the end when it comes to her, even if he may be loathe to admit it. ]
You wouldn't be here if you intended for it to be restful.
[ like she's not instigating, indeed. but there's something amused beneath the dryness, his fingers unfurling from her back to reach up and pinch the latch of her bra, unhooking it before it too, joins her dress on the floor. ]
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You wouldn't be here if you intended for it to be restful.
[ like she's not instigating, indeed. but there's something amused beneath the dryness, his fingers unfurling from her back to reach up and pinch the latch of her bra, unhooking it before it too, joins her dress on the floor. ]