He likes that. And he can give as good as he gets, so he dips his left index finger into the glass and lifts it to her mouth. When he traces her lip it leaves her flesh cold, then, warm, then hot. Then he trails that finger right down her chin, down the graceful curve of her neck, to her collarbone.
And a little bit lower, and everywhere he touches leaves a temperature-changing trail. But then he stops, pops his finger in his mouth, and gives her a little grin.
"So that's tomorrow: what do you want to do tonight?"
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Date: 2008-10-24 04:14 am (UTC)He likes that. And he can give as good as he gets, so he dips his left index finger into the glass and lifts it to her mouth. When he traces her lip it leaves her flesh cold, then, warm, then hot. Then he trails that finger right down her chin, down the graceful curve of her neck, to her collarbone.
And a little bit lower, and everywhere he touches leaves a temperature-changing trail. But then he stops, pops his finger in his mouth, and gives her a little grin.
"So that's tomorrow: what do you want to do tonight?"