"Oh," he sighed against her mouth, not really a response to her words so much as the way she moved, the weight of her warm hand on top of his, the whole mess of it. He smiled. "I'm glad I wasn't the only one. I was worried I was being presumptuous."
His hand slid up to her hip, squeezing a moment before he gently slid it from under the weight of her palm, going back to her knee but, this time, touching the fragile fabric of her stocking instead.
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Date: 2016-03-12 10:07 am (UTC)His hand slid up to her hip, squeezing a moment before he gently slid it from under the weight of her palm, going back to her knee but, this time, touching the fragile fabric of her stocking instead.