honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
“Should be the same.” He hums, flashing a half smirk up at her as she works quite diligently to remove them. Her hands moving along his legs and hips to each section of fabric are a beautiful distraction, though, and he barely has time to focus on her words as she’s tugging the pants off. Luckily for her, there’s only one strap that inhibits the process that she finds quickly and the rest of his clothes fall to the floor with a clatter of buckles and straps.
He of course helps her with the skirt, though, adding it to the pile of things on the floor, tugging her against him as she drapes herself, his metal hand rising to run his fingers through her hair, guiding her up so that he can press soft kisses along her jaw, to the underside of her chin along the column of her throat. “You’re so much softer than I imagined.” He hums with a rumbling huff of laughter, trailing up to scan her face. “And so, so beautiful when you’re flushed.” His grin grows crooked before he dives in to catch her in a kiss again, hands roaming along her skin once more.
He of course helps her with the skirt, though, adding it to the pile of things on the floor, tugging her against him as she drapes herself, his metal hand rising to run his fingers through her hair, guiding her up so that he can press soft kisses along her jaw, to the underside of her chin along the column of her throat. “You’re so much softer than I imagined.” He hums with a rumbling huff of laughter, trailing up to scan her face. “And so, so beautiful when you’re flushed.” His grin grows crooked before he dives in to catch her in a kiss again, hands roaming along her skin once more.
VARUS
