[Even breathing can be only maintained with conscience effort, each sharp intake of air held for a moment and lost when a particular touch makes the tension break. His hand hovers while she picks at the buttons of his shirt idle until it dawns on him that there's plenty to do; his fingers rising up her torso and under her breast.]
Might be, just have to see. [He half teases feeling his short loosen as each button is undone. Once she's finished, he repeats the same as her reeling his hands back to lift his shirt off revealing his pale torso and bandaged neck.]
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Might be, just have to see. [He half teases feeling his short loosen as each button is undone. Once she's finished, he repeats the same as her reeling his hands back to lift his shirt off revealing his pale torso and bandaged neck.]