[ The warmth of his body on hers stirs something in her. The scent of her arousal touches the air more decidedly as he works her pants open then. She lowers her hands into his hair as he descends in front of her, and lifts up one boot to rest on his knee so he can work it off. There are, at least, zippers on Nova Aeros. ]
Should I be? [ But recognizing that he has caught wind of her uncertainty, she decides not to pin him with that question. It would only seem evasive. ] No. I'm not worried about anything.
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Should I be? [ But recognizing that he has caught wind of her uncertainty, she decides not to pin him with that question. It would only seem evasive. ] No. I'm not worried about anything.