[ She is exulting in her success when the armor finally slides from him, means to begin divesting him of the soft brown cloth of his shirt —
And then his hands are on the curve of her waist, warm and bare on her body for the first time, and her gasp at how the feel of it pulls all her attention turns into a long inhale. Her eyes close involuntarily as he draws his fingers up along her sides, collecting the fabric of her shirt as they travel.
So much of her is in the moving place beneath his hands where their skin meets that recollection of what she had been doing is gone; her ability to stay in the world and balance is nearly gone, so much so that she sways a little, is forced to grasp for his forearms to steady herself. She will find enough presence of mind, at least, to lower her head and raise her hands to help him pull the shirt free of her when it becomes necessary. ]
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And then his hands are on the curve of her waist, warm and bare on her body for the first time, and her gasp at how the feel of it pulls all her attention turns into a long inhale. Her eyes close involuntarily as he draws his fingers up along her sides, collecting the fabric of her shirt as they travel.
So much of her is in the moving place beneath his hands where their skin meets that recollection of what she had been doing is gone; her ability to stay in the world and balance is nearly gone, so much so that she sways a little, is forced to grasp for his forearms to steady herself. She will find enough presence of mind, at least, to lower her head and raise her hands to help him pull the shirt free of her when it becomes necessary. ]