He kisses her softly, tenderly, and yet his lips sear over hers.
His hand slides around to cup the side of her breast in his palm, thumb stroking over the curve. The under-curve of his palm just barely rests to her nipple, and if he'd move his hand just a bit he would be brushing skin against sheer fabric against skin. But he doesn't.
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Date: 2005-07-09 11:53 pm (UTC)His hand slides around to cup the side of her breast in his palm, thumb stroking over the curve. The under-curve of his palm just barely rests to her nipple, and if he'd move his hand just a bit he would be brushing skin against sheer fabric against skin. But he doesn't.