When she kisses him again, it's an affirmation. Alright telegraphed in the openness of their kiss, before she draws back with a sigh.
Where she's stayed tucked in so close before, now she sits all the way back with a rueful smile. Her hands draw down from his shoulders, over his chest, down his stomach once more, but gather his laces rather than taking him in hand.
"Next time, we'll undress in better order," she tells him, serious right up until the point that she laughs, and rolls off him, disrupting his hands. She lands to one side, stretching out on her back beside him. All parts of her seem oversensitized, that lingering tremor at the exertion remaining even as she lifts her hips to skin off her trousers and kick them off the side of the bed.
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Where she's stayed tucked in so close before, now she sits all the way back with a rueful smile. Her hands draw down from his shoulders, over his chest, down his stomach once more, but gather his laces rather than taking him in hand.
"Next time, we'll undress in better order," she tells him, serious right up until the point that she laughs, and rolls off him, disrupting his hands. She lands to one side, stretching out on her back beside him. All parts of her seem oversensitized, that lingering tremor at the exertion remaining even as she lifts her hips to skin off her trousers and kick them off the side of the bed.