[ A moment between them to last for what feels like an eternity. Gentle, careful, caring. Every touch made to ensure safety for the other without pangs of discomfort clutching at either body. These moments, few as they have been, are often like this. For this, she's thankful, a desire to enjoy him and have him enjoy her as slowly as either will allow.
Emotions are easy to drown in, this moment being no exception to that. Regardless of self-control, of attempts to take things slow, all of that is liable to slip away at any given moment. To give into desire, slip into a hunger accompanied with dear sweet lust, neither are immune to such a thing, even if it's out of the norm for them.
Skin shivers to the touch of his fingers, aware of his curiosity to remove her dress starting with the straps. Scars of a past she can barely remember peek through the top of the dress and she wonders for a moment how he will react with being able to see it like this. This moment is different, softer, it makes her feel vulnerable and open to him in ways she's never felt with another. But there is trust, she has that for him and so she swallows thickly, teeth raking over her lower lip as straps fall down her arms.
To be fair, hands of her own reach out for his arms, wanting to touch him in ways she often can't when with the others. Their moments like this few, she wants to enjoy as much of him as he wants to enjoy her. Ghosting over his skin, finger tips trace along lines of muscles and she nuzzles at his cheek, tender kiss left behind. ]
Don't think I'll break. I'm not that fragile.
[ Words she mutters so close against his skin, conveying to him her own concerns regarding herself and how he might hesitate with her. Thoughts that even she has during this moment regarding him. ]
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Date: 2016-02-10 04:27 am (UTC)From:Emotions are easy to drown in, this moment being no exception to that. Regardless of self-control, of attempts to take things slow, all of that is liable to slip away at any given moment. To give into desire, slip into a hunger accompanied with dear sweet lust, neither are immune to such a thing, even if it's out of the norm for them.
Skin shivers to the touch of his fingers, aware of his curiosity to remove her dress starting with the straps. Scars of a past she can barely remember peek through the top of the dress and she wonders for a moment how he will react with being able to see it like this. This moment is different, softer, it makes her feel vulnerable and open to him in ways she's never felt with another. But there is trust, she has that for him and so she swallows thickly, teeth raking over her lower lip as straps fall down her arms.
To be fair, hands of her own reach out for his arms, wanting to touch him in ways she often can't when with the others. Their moments like this few, she wants to enjoy as much of him as he wants to enjoy her. Ghosting over his skin, finger tips trace along lines of muscles and she nuzzles at his cheek, tender kiss left behind. ]
Don't think I'll break. I'm not that fragile.
[ Words she mutters so close against his skin, conveying to him her own concerns regarding herself and how he might hesitate with her. Thoughts that even she has during this moment regarding him. ]