He makes quiet, approving noise at the feel of her touch, and already he can feel warmth and want winding his way into his gut, but he holds off. Takes it slow. He tugs upward on the hem of her shirt, as if asking permission to get rid of it, since, you know, it's kind of in the way. ]
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He makes quiet, approving noise at the feel of her touch, and already he can feel warmth and want winding his way into his gut, but he holds off. Takes it slow. He tugs upward on the hem of her shirt, as if asking permission to get rid of it, since, you know, it's kind of in the way. ]