[ it's so different. her chest doesn't work heat through his parts, searing the plates of his iron skin. her fingers run comfortably, sweetly warm over his side and that damp heat between her legs is irresistible. pleasure jolts through him as soon as her thigh presses against him; to retaliate somehow, he lifts his own thigh, bending his leg at the knee to push against her.

at the mention of it, his tongue stings and waters as he remembers how she tastes. he wouldn't allow himself to forget.

he cranes up on his elbow as she leans down. he takes another deep, hungry kiss, his free hand gathering her hair over one of her shoulders. ]

You don't gotta work them no more. Use my mouth or my hands or anythin' all you want. I wouldn't mind a minute of it.

[ I'll do anything. he won't ignore his own desires, but all he wants is the proximity, to care for her, to make up for lost times and fading memories.

he finally reaches for the clasp of her bra. ]

Let's start here, shall we?