[ He knows something about it is tripping him up, making ground he thought was steady and reliable quake beneath his feet and throwing him completely off balance. But what or why is beyond him. ]
...This... wasn't what I had in mind when I came to visit you.
[ But neither is he complaining, not when his eyes are drifting down to the negligible space between them and his hands are discovering comfortable places to rest at her hips. Her body, although rough in places where those ridges lay, is warm and familiar in femininity... but it's what's within that causes his blood to rise, his pulse climbing at the thought of leaning in and tasting the lips that smile demurely now. ]
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[ He knows something about it is tripping him up, making ground he thought was steady and reliable quake beneath his feet and throwing him completely off balance. But what or why is beyond him. ]
...This... wasn't what I had in mind when I came to visit you.
[ But neither is he complaining, not when his eyes are drifting down to the negligible space between them and his hands are discovering comfortable places to rest at her hips. Her body, although rough in places where those ridges lay, is warm and familiar in femininity... but it's what's within that causes his blood to rise, his pulse climbing at the thought of leaning in and tasting the lips that smile demurely now. ]