[She goes along with it, follows his movements, tugs at fabric, presses herself against him even as she wiggles a bit to get naked, so he can look at her if he wants, or touch her more. Once she has her trousers off, she works on her shirt and underthings not pausing. If she pauses she will think about it and she will stop, and she doesn't want to.
Then she's tugging at his clothes, trying to undo buttons and fastenings, her fingers lingering on skin where she can. She looks at him, at the planes of his stomach, and the storm color of his eyes, and kisses him again, presses her mouth against his neck and collarbone, doesn't stop long enough to let him think about it, either.]
[He absolutely wants to look, even if it's just in pieces, bits of skin between kisses. And he moves, obligingly, so she can get his clothes off as well--shirt, jeans, pants--kicking off socks without moving away from her, all the touches of her hands, the heat of her skin against his, the friction of movement sending chills up his arms, up the back of his neck.
There's no thought for stopping. There's just Sera, under him, a warm comfort. It's easy this time to fit himself to her, to slip a hand between them--over the raised and flat planes of breast, stomach, hip--fingers pushed between her legs, just the start of a touch as he opens his mouth against hers for a deeper kiss. It's easy to get lost in this moment, in the warmth of her, the push of her against him, a reward in itself.]
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Then she's tugging at his clothes, trying to undo buttons and fastenings, her fingers lingering on skin where she can. She looks at him, at the planes of his stomach, and the storm color of his eyes, and kisses him again, presses her mouth against his neck and collarbone, doesn't stop long enough to let him think about it, either.]
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There's no thought for stopping. There's just Sera, under him, a warm comfort. It's easy this time to fit himself to her, to slip a hand between them--over the raised and flat planes of breast, stomach, hip--fingers pushed between her legs, just the start of a touch as he opens his mouth against hers for a deeper kiss. It's easy to get lost in this moment, in the warmth of her, the push of her against him, a reward in itself.]