[ the velvet warmth in her voice reaches in for his human heart. he can't help being caught off-guard, his grin softening to a smile even as she strips him. the jacket, the bandoliers, the holster, his pants, his boots—all of it easily discarded and left behind in a pile on the floor. with him in different clothes, he's left only in a pair of black boxers when he's pushed back-first onto the bed.
as soon as she's within reach, his hands go to her hips and slide down to her thighs, gently curling his fingertips against tight spreads of muscle. the shape of his arousal pushes against the front of his boxers. ]
Did ya' now?
[ he slides his hands to her backside, kneading flesh. his eyes are half-lidded, enamored as he holds her gaze. ]
You've gotta tell me more than that. What did you imagine me doin', exactly?
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as soon as she's within reach, his hands go to her hips and slide down to her thighs, gently curling his fingertips against tight spreads of muscle. the shape of his arousal pushes against the front of his boxers. ]
Did ya' now?
[ he slides his hands to her backside, kneading flesh. his eyes are half-lidded, enamored as he holds her gaze. ]
You've gotta tell me more than that. What did you imagine me doin', exactly?