Valerie’s hand gave an involuntary squeeze to his thigh the moment his hand ventured under her shirt. Lungs took in several shallow breaths as his thumb played along her ribs. A subtle arch of back granted more contact, though not nearly enough. The blonde felt restless, writhing under Brian as if needing to shed skin. Needing to shed something, at least. Wherever this was taking them she knew the path wouldn’t lead there tonight. They were discovering each other, finding ways to be intimate without the added pressure of expectations.
“Tell me the one about the heart?” It seemed fitting to ask considering he could feel the erratic beating of her own. Brian’s hand was soft, warm and dry. Such a stark contrast to when they’d been in the planetarium. She shifted then, pressed hands against his shoulders and pushed lightly so she could sit up. “Sorry…” Valerie murmured as her hands went to the hem of her shirt, “But this has to go.” She tugged it off and tossed it onto the table just to wrap her arms around him and lower back to the couch. Several scars interrupted the otherwise pale skin, some faint and barely noticeable, others vivid, red and angry.
Much like the one on her left shoulder which resembled a vicious animal bite, too pointy for a vampire. “So I can feel your skin against mine.” The blonde stated coyly, she wasn’t exposed but it was enough to feel the tickle of his hair against her stomach. Like she could breathe again. Hips raised, then shifted as she hooked an ankle around his leg and let her hand wander between them to find its place against his thigh.
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on 2013-09-24 03:05 am (UTC)“Tell me the one about the heart?” It seemed fitting to ask considering he could feel the erratic beating of her own. Brian’s hand was soft, warm and dry. Such a stark contrast to when they’d been in the planetarium. She shifted then, pressed hands against his shoulders and pushed lightly so she could sit up. “Sorry…” Valerie murmured as her hands went to the hem of her shirt, “But this has to go.” She tugged it off and tossed it onto the table just to wrap her arms around him and lower back to the couch. Several scars interrupted the otherwise pale skin, some faint and barely noticeable, others vivid, red and angry.
Much like the one on her left shoulder which resembled a vicious animal bite, too pointy for a vampire. “So I can feel your skin against mine.” The blonde stated coyly, she wasn’t exposed but it was enough to feel the tickle of his hair against her stomach. Like she could breathe again. Hips raised, then shifted as she hooked an ankle around his leg and let her hand wander between them to find its place against his thigh.