[ He settles back to watch a moment, drinking in the sight of her disrobing. Cloth sliding over her scarred body, revealing more in turn as she sets it aside. He would have liked the look of her regardless - he of all people doesn't judge based on appearances - but he decides he quite likes those scars. The rough edges. Regality married to toughness hard enough to break a sword on, if she didn't flat out defeat the attacker before they could get that far. Competent and dangerous. God, she's proper Vor, isn't she? Despite her not being Barrayaran in the slightest.
Another soft groan escapes him as she resettles down on top of him. Not quite far down enough. He frankly twitches at that last tease. All the more overwhelming for being so incredibly close to him. He reaches his hands up to rest on her hips in turn, his thumbs braced gently against her hipbones. And if she permits him, he carefully guides her down lower. Slides her down on top of him, sliding himself inside her with a faint hudder. There. That is what he wants more than anything else right now. He leans up with the motion, shifting to put his arms around her instead. Mouthing at the plane of her abdomen, lips warm against the underside of her breast. ]
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Another soft groan escapes him as she resettles down on top of him. Not quite far down enough. He frankly twitches at that last tease. All the more overwhelming for being so incredibly close to him. He reaches his hands up to rest on her hips in turn, his thumbs braced gently against her hipbones. And if she permits him, he carefully guides her down lower. Slides her down on top of him, sliding himself inside her with a faint hudder. There. That is what he wants more than anything else right now. He leans up with the motion, shifting to put his arms around her instead. Mouthing at the plane of her abdomen, lips warm against the underside of her breast. ]