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[It's an indulgence on his part, some relief from the constant reminders of the past on his mind. She lets him forget, not in distraction, but in some prospect of the future. The possibility of one where there was not no so long ago.

Soft fabric is no replacement for skin, his fingers dipping to her back and rising bunching up her dress. He's aware of the line he's walking on. The one against his mind and the other in progressively touching her more intimately. A laugh bubbles from his chest, but dies before hitting his lips. The situations isn't funny by no means. He's happy however, very happy as shown by the staying smile.]

Is that feeling or being felt?

[Both are pleasant in any amount. Shoulders sink in following the trace of his fingers. With her face to his cheek, he leans in further kissing between her neck and dress strap. Hands sink lower to the line above her waist and drift back up starting a pattern of rubbing about her back.]

I could go for feeling of you more.

[There's little guise in his desire, it's been gnawing at him since they started.]