‘No complaints here’. He tried not to gawk as the shirt became a thing of the past. Tried and failed miserably, because she had a knockout figure, the extent of which she often hid beneath t-shirts and sweaters and hoodies. But it was there, now, staring him in the face.
Brian shifted onto his hip and lay alongside her. He cradled Valerie’s head in his arm and tangled his fingers in the long, silky strands of her hair. He kept on exploring her chest and stomach, drawing shapes on velvety skin that rose and fell as she breathed, and while there wasn’t anything overtly sexual about the way he touched her, it was impossible to subtract sex from the equation when Valerie stripped down to a bra.
He mapped the topography of ropy, pink scars.
“It’s for my dad,” he said. “It’s kind of stupid. When he died, it felt like… like my heart wasn’t in my chest anymore. Maybe I didn’t want it to be.” He rested his head next to hers. “Later on, I guess I tried to give myself a new one.” He let his fingers roam over the sharp lines of her hipbones.
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on 2013-09-24 03:33 am (UTC)Brian shifted onto his hip and lay alongside her. He cradled Valerie’s head in his arm and tangled his fingers in the long, silky strands of her hair. He kept on exploring her chest and stomach, drawing shapes on velvety skin that rose and fell as she breathed, and while there wasn’t anything overtly sexual about the way he touched her, it was impossible to subtract sex from the equation when Valerie stripped down to a bra.
He mapped the topography of ropy, pink scars.
“It’s for my dad,” he said. “It’s kind of stupid. When he died, it felt like… like my heart wasn’t in my chest anymore. Maybe I didn’t want it to be.” He rested his head next to hers. “Later on, I guess I tried to give myself a new one.” He let his fingers roam over the sharp lines of her hipbones.