His body presses against hers, hips first. Solid and so hard against her soft body, but not insistant yet. The touch is more important than the thrust.
He gasps as her hand tangles in his hair, the first and sharpest sign of overt pleasure he's given. His lashes flutter for a second, then relax. His body continues to press against her, the heat of his chest over the curve of her breasts, close. Heart-beat close.
One hand reaches around. One fingertip trails along her spine, electricity coursing in little static sparks where it passes. Just enough to feel it.
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:37 pm (UTC)He gasps as her hand tangles in his hair, the first and sharpest sign of overt pleasure he's given. His lashes flutter for a second, then relax. His body continues to press against her, the heat of his chest over the curve of her breasts, close. Heart-beat close.
One hand reaches around. One fingertip trails along her spine, electricity coursing in little static sparks where it passes. Just enough to feel it.