His hands stay on her till the very last moment, sliding over her skin as she moves away. Then he settles back onto the bed, watching her, that little self-satisfied smile still on his face.
"Mm. Thank you." His fingertips brush her skin as he takes the glass, though he uses no more technique than that. He curls up against her, sitting up a bit, though, to drink.
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Date: 2005-07-14 06:00 pm (UTC)"Mm. Thank you." His fingertips brush her skin as he takes the glass, though he uses no more technique than that. He curls up against her, sitting up a bit, though, to drink.