He keeps his hands out of her shirt, if not off, for now. The feel of her skin against his palms would be too much temptation, he suspects, if he doesn't want buttons everywhere.
Apples and jasmine. He's never going to be able to smell those things again without thinking of her. He breathes her in, tasting her with his kisses. His hands work at her buttons faster.
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Date: 2009-03-05 06:08 am (UTC)Apples and jasmine. He's never going to be able to smell those things again without thinking of her. He breathes her in, tasting her with his kisses. His hands work at her buttons faster.