[ And tug them down he does, an act he's grown practiced at over the century but which still takes. A bit of effort to yank them off. He kicks his boots to the side, buckles haphazardly loosened and the dagger tucked in the right pair slipping out a touch.
Then his hands are gliding up her bare arms—palm rough, her hair soft where they cascade over his fingers.
He smiles back. ] I'm convinced.
[ As if he needed to be. Her weight and warmth sends a breath escaping. His hips rise to meet her—and he grips her fingers tighter. ]
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Then his hands are gliding up her bare arms—palm rough, her hair soft where they cascade over his fingers.
He smiles back. ] I'm convinced.
[ As if he needed to be. Her weight and warmth sends a breath escaping. His hips rise to meet her—and he grips her fingers tighter. ]