[ His breath catches as she moves from his throat. In the wake of her touch is warmth and it slowly works to shake off the sleep that tries to cling to him.
His hand flies to the spot she nips, running his fingers over it. No, not a mark though he almost wishes it was. The higher collar of his uniform would hide it well.
When she pulls back, he pushes himself up onto his elbows. ] Coffee, black, if that's all right.
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His hand flies to the spot she nips, running his fingers over it. No, not a mark though he almost wishes it was. The higher collar of his uniform would hide it well.
When she pulls back, he pushes himself up onto his elbows. ] Coffee, black, if that's all right.