[As his hands find the bottom of her shirt, there's a mental click of his tongue when he remembers he's wearing his damn gloves. So as he starts to roughly pull them off and set them behind him, there's a low laugh as he hears her words and the pendant, wondering if the mark he left with it is still there on her chest. If she's had a chance to look and be reminded of his words, promises made in the heat of the moment but carried a lifetime of sincerity.]
As if you were paying much attention.
[Knowing her, she was probably too distracted by his own presence.]
And—[His lips find their way to the thin strings on the front of her blouse, and his eyes glance upward towards her.]—I only kissed your neck.
[A small tug with his teeth to loosen the knot, the strings now falling freely and revealing a little more.]
You kissed me.
[Hunted for his lips, sought him out.
And now she'll feel his tongue and teeth against her skin, working to push and pull away more of those strings and fabric, unraveling her further as hands slip under her shirt, now able to touch and feel without any further obstruction.]
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As if you were paying much attention.
[Knowing her, she was probably too distracted by his own presence.]
And—[His lips find their way to the thin strings on the front of her blouse, and his eyes glance upward towards her.]—I only kissed your neck.
[A small tug with his teeth to loosen the knot, the strings now falling freely and revealing a little more.]
You kissed me.
[Hunted for his lips, sought him out.
And now she'll feel his tongue and teeth against her skin, working to push and pull away more of those strings and fabric, unraveling her further as hands slip under her shirt, now able to touch and feel without any further obstruction.]