He kept his hand on her hip a moment longer, before, not quite reluctantly, pulling his hand from her skin. It was hardly that he was reluctant to be there--far from it--but more that he didn't want to take his hand away from her.
He slipped out of his waist coat and tossed it to meet her clothes on the floor, and then his shirt as well, sitting up for a moment in his binder, covering him from collarbone to diaphragm, and his slacks.
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Date: 2016-03-13 11:02 am (UTC)He slipped out of his waist coat and tossed it to meet her clothes on the floor, and then his shirt as well, sitting up for a moment in his binder, covering him from collarbone to diaphragm, and his slacks.