He shivered a little bit, his eyes sliding closed, letting the very thought of it wash over him, letting her warmth and her touch wash over him. He arched his hips up to her touch, rocking gently against her fingers.
"Would that be, facing me," he breathed against her neck, scraping his teeth again, "or facing the bed?"
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Date: 2016-03-13 06:19 pm (UTC)"Would that be, facing me," he breathed against her neck, scraping his teeth again, "or facing the bed?"