[He slides an arm around her, pulling her in flush against him to steal a kiss. Why? Because he wants one. Because she's smirking at him and there's something so mixed in her demeanor, he wants to ease her mind about something, about the fact that he does indeed want her. His hands reach for the fastening of her trousers, feeling the brush of her nipples against his chest and making a low rumbling sound in appreciation.]
Are you worried I'm going to bite?
[He undid the trousers, sliding them down before sinking to his knees in front of her, aiming to get her to lift a foot so he could work on a boot.]
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Are you worried I'm going to bite?
[He undid the trousers, sliding them down before sinking to his knees in front of her, aiming to get her to lift a foot so he could work on a boot.]