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Evie
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The firelight is handsome on his face, but Evie scarcely notices, too enthralled with his lips and the way they trail and bite and tease when they briefly part. There is less need for sight in this moment of divestment, but as he resists her greedy, questing hands she takes the moment to wrinkle her nose at him in playful exasperation - and silently marvel at his beauty. A moment that elongates the moment he shrugs out of his shirt, revealing so much more skin for her to admire, all of it awash in the shifting light and shadows from the flames. Her hand falls away from his naps to caress gently across his torso, clearly admiring. “You are more beautiful than any painting I could hope to make,” she whispers intimately, and leans down to press a kiss over his heart.
Her lips part in a shaky exhale right over it as his hands explore boldly, as familiar with her body now as she is herself. Shaken from her musings, her hands remembers themselves enough to drift back to his pants, renewing her silent request as she simultaneously begins to kiss from his heart up to his collarbones, nipping and kissing from there to the base of his neck. don't let one be you |
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