[ He laughs: low, a rumble in his throat. The balcony is new, he thinks. They've been in her room, her loft, a variety of furniture downstairs—but not outside up here, overlooking the floor below.
Not that that's the view on his mind right now.
He curves over her, kissing further down. He takes his time, but he's working his way south, bit by bit. Places another kiss on the inner side of her leg, where the skin is softest. Then he finally delves between her with his tongue, hand curling tightly around her hip as he does, like he can draw her even closer. There's a soft clink where his medallion bumps the ground. ]
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Not that that's the view on his mind right now.
He curves over her, kissing further down. He takes his time, but he's working his way south, bit by bit. Places another kiss on the inner side of her leg, where the skin is softest. Then he finally delves between her with his tongue, hand curling tightly around her hip as he does, like he can draw her even closer. There's a soft clink where his medallion bumps the ground. ]