Emma swore under her breath, fingers tightening in his hair reflexively for a moment, before she decided that getting her shirt the rest of the way off was far more important, and she sent it sailing over to join his on the floor.
Mission accomplished, she ran her hands up-and-down his arms and over his back, nails digging in for a moment every time he did something that made her gasp or squirm.
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Date: 2016-06-17 04:12 am (UTC)Mission accomplished, she ran her hands up-and-down his arms and over his back, nails digging in for a moment every time he did something that made her gasp or squirm.