Predictably, they freeze, the pads of her fingers resting just an inch above the hem of his shirt. When Eirene has determined that she didn't hurt him, and he's not trying to get away from her, they finish moving down to graze against his skin.
"Let me know when you want me to stop," she whispers against his mouth.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2008-04-12 10:14 pm (UTC)"Let me know when you want me to stop," she whispers against his mouth.