He pressed his fingers against the cloth of the shirt, rubbing his thumbs in small arcs across her back. Though he felt too warm for the clothes he was wearing, he didn't complain. It was a much more simple matter of indulging in her touches and enjoying the intimacy of the fleeting moment they were sharing.
Inching his hands lower, he moved to work the tail of the shirt out from underneath her.
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Date: 2012-05-21 04:57 am (UTC)From:Inching his hands lower, he moved to work the tail of the shirt out from underneath her.