[janus likes them some making out, but the skitter of slender hands up their sides tells him that the woman would like to move things along. they lift themself off her a moment, effectively doing a push-up that emphasizes the cut musculature of their shoulders and upper-arms. and showing off a little, maybe. showing off a little never killed anybody. (showing off has definitely killed lots of people, just not like this.)
reaching back with one hand, they manage to support their whole weight above her on just one arm, which is definitely showing off slightly more. they smile at her, lopsidedly, friendly, a little lustful, a little more than a little lustful, and then they reach back over their own shoulder, hooking long fingers in the fabric of their shirt. and pull. the shirt skims up over their stomach, chest, hikes over the breadth of their shoulders. and they drop it just past her shoulder.
freckles dust their delts, the rift between their pectorals is deep and taut. there are only the faintest scars. hunters don't keep the wounds they're given.]
Do you ever lose English?
[they lay back down, halfway on her, halfway braced on the mattress beside her, running a thumb up her belly, skimming up the hem of her shirt until her breasts are exposed in her underthings. another tug, urging her to raise up her arms.]
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reaching back with one hand, they manage to support their whole weight above her on just one arm, which is definitely showing off slightly more. they smile at her, lopsidedly, friendly, a little lustful, a little more than a little lustful, and then they reach back over their own shoulder, hooking long fingers in the fabric of their shirt. and pull. the shirt skims up over their stomach, chest, hikes over the breadth of their shoulders. and they drop it just past her shoulder.
freckles dust their delts, the rift between their pectorals is deep and taut. there are only the faintest scars. hunters don't keep the wounds they're given.]
Do you ever lose English?
[they lay back down, halfway on her, halfway braced on the mattress beside her, running a thumb up her belly, skimming up the hem of her shirt until her breasts are exposed in her underthings. another tug, urging her to raise up her arms.]