[Well...it's her turn to be gentle with him, isn't it? After all, teasing and not delivering she knows is the height of cruelty. And she's at least found her feet on this ground.]
Then we'll begin...soon.
[Almost mockingly she finishes her sentence, one finger softly sliding along his chest, mindful of injury and ever so gently. The other hand stops just above his waist, fingers strumming expectantly on muscle. Waiting with a lazy smile on her face, perhaps for permission or perhaps just to increase the anticipation...]
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Then we'll begin...soon.
[Almost mockingly she finishes her sentence, one finger softly sliding along his chest, mindful of injury and ever so gently. The other hand stops just above his waist, fingers strumming expectantly on muscle. Waiting with a lazy smile on her face, perhaps for permission or perhaps just to increase the anticipation...]