Soul's lips part and he exhales raggedly, breath warm and heavy. Crona has this way of getting to him, no matter what he's doing, therefore he's used to the air of impatience. It's always, always there.
But he's the opposite this time, for once. He's not impatient at all. He just wants to feel this, for as long and wonderful as possible.
He keeps his hand exactly where it was put, and slides the other one under the dress, up up up, fingers trailing lightly, just this close to any of the most pleasurable spots.
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Date: 2009-06-06 06:14 am (UTC)Soul's lips part and he exhales raggedly, breath warm and heavy. Crona has this way of getting to him, no matter what he's doing, therefore he's used to the air of impatience. It's always, always there.
But he's the opposite this time, for once. He's not impatient at all. He just wants to feel this, for as long and wonderful as possible.
He keeps his hand exactly where it was put, and slides the other one under the dress, up up up, fingers trailing lightly, just this close to any of the most pleasurable spots.