[Not content with merely that, Irhya hooks her arms around his back and pulls so his front is pressed flat against hers, her mouth moving down to the corner of his ear. She kisses along his jawline reverently, circling around until her chin almost touches his clavicle, then scrapes teeth along the bob in his throat, too.
Slow is... not so bad. Slow is comfortable, in this case. She just needs to warm him up to her first, then maybe... maybe...
It won't mean much, maybe nothing at all, but perhaps it's a good place to start making amends. He's already met her halfway as a show of good faith, after all. Her hands travel to the end of his shirt and then slip under to touch living skin; he'll find that they're a bit cooler than average, just enough to be noticeable without being icy.
...Right. She'd forgotten about that. A pause before she whispers into the pulse in his neck.]
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Slow is... not so bad. Slow is comfortable, in this case. She just needs to warm him up to her first, then maybe... maybe...
It won't mean much, maybe nothing at all, but perhaps it's a good place to start making amends. He's already met her halfway as a show of good faith, after all. Her hands travel to the end of his shirt and then slip under to touch living skin; he'll find that they're a bit cooler than average, just enough to be noticeable without being icy.
...Right. She'd forgotten about that. A pause before she whispers into the pulse in his neck.]
Ah. Too cold?