[ More or less. The warmth of her skin, the soft rhythmic thumping of her heart, helps dispel his torpor, but also keeps away the worries that are threatening to jostle forward.]
[ Blinking heavily, he shifts to press her breasts softly together, covering them in cool kisses. Unwinds himself a little, to trace his palms down the length of her body. Feeling the strong suppleness of her arms, the bones of her wrists, exploring the more calloused palms. Runs his fingertips along the lines of her ribs, prodding the hollow of her belly and the juts of her hips, poking a finger into her navel -- tender, but somehow investigative, gathering clues he can't bring himself to ask her. ]
[ There's a beat, then, quietly, ]
For three years ... you're none the worse.
[ Maybe the years haven't been kind, sure -- but they haven't been ugly, either. ]
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[ More or less. The warmth of her skin, the soft rhythmic thumping of her heart, helps dispel his torpor, but also keeps away the worries that are threatening to jostle forward.]
[ Blinking heavily, he shifts to press her breasts softly together, covering them in cool kisses. Unwinds himself a little, to trace his palms down the length of her body. Feeling the strong suppleness of her arms, the bones of her wrists, exploring the more calloused palms. Runs his fingertips along the lines of her ribs, prodding the hollow of her belly and the juts of her hips, poking a finger into her navel -- tender, but somehow investigative, gathering clues he can't bring himself to ask her. ]
[ There's a beat, then, quietly, ]
For three years ... you're none the worse.
[ Maybe the years haven't been kind, sure -- but they haven't been ugly, either. ]