She doesn’t remove her clothing, but nor does she stop his hand as it slips beneath her shirt. ”Then there would be nothing left to the imagination. How boring.” Wasn’t there something tantalizing about the idea of a thing? Sometimes the best part was the dreaming and wanting, rather than the real thing.
Weaver tips her head back as his lips find her neck, giving him space to explore. A soft sigh escapes her, not bothered by the possibility of marks left on her skin. It wouldn’t be the first time, and really, if she cared, she lived in Halo and could throw on a scarf. Not that she cared. The fingers on her free hand begin to lightly trace up his chest, circling around muscles, light and tantalizing, as he kisses her neck.
Weaver tips her head back as his lips find her neck, giving him space to explore. A soft sigh escapes her, not bothered by the possibility of marks left on her skin. It wouldn’t be the first time, and really, if she cared, she lived in Halo and could throw on a scarf. Not that she cared. The fingers on her free hand begin to lightly trace up his chest, circling around muscles, light and tantalizing, as he kisses her neck.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
