Yeah, no kidding. [ he feels compelled to apologise for the bitter words that had left his mouth in an attempt to spur her into a fit of rage, but she finds the apology had somehow gotten lost between the kerfuffle of them. his gaze slips from hers to travel down her torso again. he wonders where her markings of her battles are, if she even has any at all. she's one of the strongest soldiers he knows, and she seems to wear his temporarily inflicted wounds with a pride that only befits a true daughter of war. ]
[ the hand in hers slips away from her clutch to pick against the edge of the shirt. his knuckles brush against the side of her breast as he does so. his other hand is trapped beneath his stomach, pins and needles on their way to claim it beneath the weight that no longer feels as heavy as it had prior to clarisse taking him by storm. his eyes return to hers and his brows raise. ] You look hot in my shirt. [ his fingers continue to play with the edge of the fabric, the tip of one dipping into one of his empty buttonholes. even though his hand feels cold without hers wrapped around his, he finds he can't stop touching any part of her, whether it's her skin or the only thing she's left wearing. ] You should wear it. That and nothing else.
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[ the hand in hers slips away from her clutch to pick against the edge of the shirt. his knuckles brush against the side of her breast as he does so. his other hand is trapped beneath his stomach, pins and needles on their way to claim it beneath the weight that no longer feels as heavy as it had prior to clarisse taking him by storm. his eyes return to hers and his brows raise. ] You look hot in my shirt. [ his fingers continue to play with the edge of the fabric, the tip of one dipping into one of his empty buttonholes. even though his hand feels cold without hers wrapped around his, he finds he can't stop touching any part of her, whether it's her skin or the only thing she's left wearing. ] You should wear it. That and nothing else.