Ana memorises what makes him tense and what makes him moan for hopeful use in the future. She turns her attentions to the other side of his nextm tasting skin and humming at the feel of his pulse under her tongue.
When she finally got the shirt off she took a moment to simply look at him, gaze lingering on his shoulders. She'd always known that he was a warrior, it was not something one took off at the end of the day like a shirt. She liked it, that he fought and more than that she liked his shoulders, they were good. Meeting his gaze, Ana gave him a small knowing smile and returned her mouth to his lips, fingers playing boldly over his chest.
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Date: 2012-05-22 04:52 pm (UTC)From:When she finally got the shirt off she took a moment to simply look at him, gaze lingering on his shoulders. She'd always known that he was a warrior, it was not something one took off at the end of the day like a shirt. She liked it, that he fought and more than that she liked his shoulders, they were good. Meeting his gaze, Ana gave him a small knowing smile and returned her mouth to his lips, fingers playing boldly over his chest.