[This is the most vulnerable she's been with another person beyond Remy since the kidnappings, where sleep deprecation and hallucinations were the least of their abuses. It might just be exploratory touching, but she's been quite guarded since that loss. Today, she's laid herself bare in more ways than the literal one, and it's far more cathartic than she expected.
At his ghost of a smile, she playfully narrowed her eyes at him, harking back to all that confident teasing they threw at one another earlier. She might be extremely sensitive to touch, but she's definitely still that sassy woman. Like a cat, she moves with his touch along her neck and jaw, tilting subtly this way and that to allow his warm hands access. Her pulse has ticked upwards, her body warmer to the touch as the hand along his jaw slides back along his neck before curving around to the base of his skull and into his hair, fingers tightening in it to keep him close.
That hand on her back earns an arching squirm and soft noise of approval, enjoying the feel of his work worn hands against her soft skin, and the hand on his chest smooths around to his side so she too can step closer in response to his comment, touch trailing down to his hip underwater.]
If you can't handle anymore. [She parts her lips and swipes the tip of her tongue across his thumb pad as she watches him, eyes back to confident and suggestive of a challenge. Among other things.] Ah can stop.
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At his ghost of a smile, she playfully narrowed her eyes at him, harking back to all that confident teasing they threw at one another earlier. She might be extremely sensitive to touch, but she's definitely still that sassy woman. Like a cat, she moves with his touch along her neck and jaw, tilting subtly this way and that to allow his warm hands access. Her pulse has ticked upwards, her body warmer to the touch as the hand along his jaw slides back along his neck before curving around to the base of his skull and into his hair, fingers tightening in it to keep him close.
That hand on her back earns an arching squirm and soft noise of approval, enjoying the feel of his work worn hands against her soft skin, and the hand on his chest smooths around to his side so she too can step closer in response to his comment, touch trailing down to his hip underwater.]
If you can't handle anymore. [She parts her lips and swipes the tip of her tongue across his thumb pad as she watches him, eyes back to confident and suggestive of a challenge. Among other things.] Ah can stop.