...right. [He'll grow out of defaulting to couches and floors eventually. For now she manages to get him to slow down, ease up, sit back on his heels. He takes one last glance around the living room, like he's expecting they'll get jumped when they lower their guard, before he offers a hand to help her up and let her guide him to her bedroom.
He chases her down onto the bed, gets her sitting in a more comfortable and spacious sea of sheets as he nips at her lips again, hands in the hem of her shirt lingering before he tries to undress her. The cold backs of his curled metal fingers brush lightly against her skin, but he seems to prefer touching her with the hand he can actually feel her with.
The moment of self-consciousness comes when he takes his own shirt off, exposing scars he doesn't really want to talk about, but the hesitation ebbs and fades as he runs his hand slowly down the side of her torso and kisses her again.]
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Date: 2021-10-04 11:27 pm (UTC)He chases her down onto the bed, gets her sitting in a more comfortable and spacious sea of sheets as he nips at her lips again, hands in the hem of her shirt lingering before he tries to undress her. The cold backs of his curled metal fingers brush lightly against her skin, but he seems to prefer touching her with the hand he can actually feel her with.
The moment of self-consciousness comes when he takes his own shirt off, exposing scars he doesn't really want to talk about, but the hesitation ebbs and fades as he runs his hand slowly down the side of her torso and kisses her again.]