[ Simple -- and stunning, with her face bright in a dark mess of hair, that beguiling flush racing up her chest and neck, blotchy and rosy and heavenly. Languidly, Hei drags his hands down her thighs, rubbing along the edges of her kneecaps, feeling out the joins of bones beneath the skin. Parts them by degrees, to press moist openmouthed kisses to her tender inner-thighs, nuzzling at them, deliberately avoiding the dark thatch of curls between her legs. ]
[ Her scent, a thick lather of excitement that perfumes the air, always, even now, makes him think of ... god, what is it? It makes him think back to the days he'd come home as a boy, happy and dirt-smudged from the woods, with pine sap smeared on his hands, and his mother would punt him into the shower, telling him not to come out until his hair squeaked. A quantum leap of memory that makes sense, if only in his own head. ]
[ Kissing her silly little outie, he murmurs, ] Turn over, [ before gently nudging her to sprawl on her belly. Reveling in the slopes and swells of her body, its sweet idiosyncrasies. He drops kisses across the caramely expanse of her back. Mouthing the scattering of faint scars here and there, gnawing her at the soft spot between her shoulderblades; her spine is prominent as a dorsal ridge as he traces it with his tongue, down to the curve of her backside, his breath fanning hot across her skin. He bites her there, playful, taking a plump chunk of flesh between his teeth -- just as he slides a hand between her body and the mattress, palming her sex, teasing the moisture oozing between the pouty lips. ]
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Date: 2014-12-12 02:36 am (UTC)[ Simple -- and stunning, with her face bright in a dark mess of hair, that beguiling flush racing up her chest and neck, blotchy and rosy and heavenly. Languidly, Hei drags his hands down her thighs, rubbing along the edges of her kneecaps, feeling out the joins of bones beneath the skin. Parts them by degrees, to press moist openmouthed kisses to her tender inner-thighs, nuzzling at them, deliberately avoiding the dark thatch of curls between her legs. ]
[ Her scent, a thick lather of excitement that perfumes the air, always, even now, makes him think of ... god, what is it? It makes him think back to the days he'd come home as a boy, happy and dirt-smudged from the woods, with pine sap smeared on his hands, and his mother would punt him into the shower, telling him not to come out until his hair squeaked. A quantum leap of memory that makes sense, if only in his own head. ]
[ Kissing her silly little outie, he murmurs, ] Turn over, [ before gently nudging her to sprawl on her belly. Reveling in the slopes and swells of her body, its sweet idiosyncrasies. He drops kisses across the caramely expanse of her back. Mouthing the scattering of faint scars here and there, gnawing her at the soft spot between her shoulderblades; her spine is prominent as a dorsal ridge as he traces it with his tongue, down to the curve of her backside, his breath fanning hot across her skin. He bites her there, playful, taking a plump chunk of flesh between his teeth -- just as he slides a hand between her body and the mattress, palming her sex, teasing the moisture oozing between the pouty lips. ]