[ she gets the sense that something's off and that gives her pause. it's either reluctance or nervousness and she doesn't know him well enough to know the difference. she'll take it slow while she decides which one it is. ]
Something like, I just want to read you, handsome?
[ terrible, terrible puns. she slides one hand under the hem of his shirt and then the other, exploring the new territory of his skin. any scars she comes across she doesn't mention and doesn't react to. she'd have her own fair share of scars if it weren't for countless visits to the remake center. her own skin is unbroken, though it's not as unnaturally smooth as it used to be and she's glad to be a bit less artificial. ]
This should help with your boredom. [ she leans up on her toes to brush her lips against his. ]
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Something like, I just want to read you, handsome?
[ terrible, terrible puns. she slides one hand under the hem of his shirt and then the other, exploring the new territory of his skin. any scars she comes across she doesn't mention and doesn't react to. she'd have her own fair share of scars if it weren't for countless visits to the remake center. her own skin is unbroken, though it's not as unnaturally smooth as it used to be and she's glad to be a bit less artificial. ]
This should help with your boredom. [ she leans up on her toes to brush her lips against his. ]