[She rocks down against him as his fingers tease her nipple, and tells herself it's intentional. She's teasing him. Yup.] I was going to do that, anyway. [She likes his shirts. She also likes the way he reacts to her in his shirts.
Taking hold of his wrists, she drags his hands from her breasts down over her body, until they're settled at her waist. Giving her room to work with, as she proves a moment later as her head dips, pressing a messy kiss to his left pectoral, right over his heart. Or his Weirstone. Which one is significant doesn't actually matter, obviously, because it's just a coincidental choice. Her mouth works inward and down, towards the centre of his chest, enjoying the taste of skin and salt under her tongue]
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Taking hold of his wrists, she drags his hands from her breasts down over her body, until they're settled at her waist. Giving her room to work with, as she proves a moment later as her head dips, pressing a messy kiss to his left pectoral, right over his heart. Or his Weirstone. Which one is significant doesn't actually matter, obviously, because it's just a coincidental choice. Her mouth works inward and down, towards the centre of his chest, enjoying the taste of skin and salt under her tongue]