[He can feel her rock on the balls of her feet, rising up a few inches and pressing her body firmly against his; he can feel every curve of her, warm and better than he'd imagined her, even with his vast experience. Her arms tighten around his neck, forcing their lips together as he opens his mouth to hers. She tastes sweet, minty, and he's distracted from her taste (he doesn't want to be) by the light press of her nails against the nape of his neck and the way she moans into his mouth.]
Rachel. [He breathes, breaking the kiss for just a moment as she slips her hands beneath his shirt and scratches her nails gently over his muscled abdomen. The touch makes him shiver, and he reaches downward to grab the hem of his shirt and yank it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor at their feet before reaching out for her again.] You're fuckin' beautiful, babe. Always were. Why'd you think I wanted you to keep your nose so bad? S'my favorite. So beautiful. [He kisses her again, his hands moving to take hers and drawing them to the the button of his jeans and abandoning them. She can handle unfastening his pants on her own; his hands move up to curve around her breasts again, his lips kissing a trail over the curve of her jaw, heading in the direction of her chin.]
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Date: 2011-12-29 04:12 am (UTC)Rachel. [He breathes, breaking the kiss for just a moment as she slips her hands beneath his shirt and scratches her nails gently over his muscled abdomen. The touch makes him shiver, and he reaches downward to grab the hem of his shirt and yank it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor at their feet before reaching out for her again.] You're fuckin' beautiful, babe. Always were. Why'd you think I wanted you to keep your nose so bad? S'my favorite. So beautiful. [He kisses her again, his hands moving to take hers and drawing them to the the button of his jeans and abandoning them. She can handle unfastening his pants on her own; his hands move up to curve around her breasts again, his lips kissing a trail over the curve of her jaw, heading in the direction of her chin.]