[o] bad luck never lost a race

There is no such thing as a bad idea.

Her hand against him pushed aside the loose upper buttons of his black linen shirt, the smooth skin of his chest cooling against the night air. Ace didn't discard it just yet, feeling her tempting fingers curl into his dark hair. He took it as a permission to deepen the kiss, his tongue stretching forward to taste her deeper. 

Sohalia certainly surprised him, and he let out a soft groan of delight against her lips. Who would have guessed the sweeeet, innnocent girl would have so many layers buried beneath? As if they weren't talking about 'emotional' or 'Attuned' layers, Ace moved his lips lower, trailing them to her neck and lower still, pulling aside the top of her shirt to kiss just over her clavicle. He sucked in the skin, nipping playfully around a grin. I think... A gentle tug of her hair would expose the other side as he started from the bottom to work his way back up at a painstakingly slow, teasing pace. - you want... Pulling away, he hovered his lips just above hers, close enough to feel the smirk spread across his face. - release. He waited another moment before he finally kissed her again, deep and full of a need, urging her to give in to the desire.

Only Poorly Executed Awesome Ones.

Ace