No help? Oh, we'll never get anywhere at this rate.
[Ah, he'll manage. He's had practice! Sort of. He still does not exactly understand how a zipper works, but he knows it's as simple as pulling. Sweaters are far easier: nothing but buttons, occasionally, and they are most easily removed by simply lifting over the head, which he does for her. He tosses it aside and yet it so naturally catches on a convenient hook near the window, hanging neatly for her.
Underneath is his first tease of skin, so thoroughly covered up as she'd been. His hands slide over her waist, following the unfamiliar texture at the waist of her pants.]
I was mistaken. We get getting somewhere. [He leans down to kiss her shoulder first, starting small. Nothing too overwhelming, and plenty of space for her to stop him. Only giving what he's allowed, as his ringed fingers move next to her hips, towards the front, where he finds -- ah. The hidden zipper.]
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[Ah, he'll manage. He's had practice! Sort of. He still does not exactly understand how a zipper works, but he knows it's as simple as pulling. Sweaters are far easier: nothing but buttons, occasionally, and they are most easily removed by simply lifting over the head, which he does for her. He tosses it aside and yet it so naturally catches on a convenient hook near the window, hanging neatly for her.
Underneath is his first tease of skin, so thoroughly covered up as she'd been. His hands slide over her waist, following the unfamiliar texture at the waist of her pants.]
I was mistaken. We get getting somewhere. [He leans down to kiss her shoulder first, starting small. Nothing too overwhelming, and plenty of space for her to stop him. Only giving what he's allowed, as his ringed fingers move next to her hips, towards the front, where he finds -- ah. The hidden zipper.]