Static leaped between his skin and her own, snapping in the air, drawing a surprised chuckle from his lips. He indulged himself for a second, running his fingers through her hair, each strand straight as a pin, smooth as silk, and his lips brushed by her hairline, finding something so unfamiliar in that small detail alone. Her hair was finer, somehow. The colors varied. And before he allowed himself to fall too deeply, he brushed that same open-mouthed kiss to her cheek, teeth grazing against the curve of her smile as he slid them further back on the mattress until his knees straddled her on either side.
Her skin newly bare, Sawyer shivered as he kneaded his fingers against her back, then up her side until the pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple, teasing. Wordlessly, he shifted until he found that heated stretch of skin by her throat, sucking just lightly enough to keep from making a mark. Maybe it was fast. Maybe it was too fast. But he couldn't think of a single reason to slow down, aside from that ever-present fear, deeply buried for the moment, that opening one door necessarily meant closing another.
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:43 am (UTC)Her skin newly bare, Sawyer shivered as he kneaded his fingers against her back, then up her side until the pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple, teasing. Wordlessly, he shifted until he found that heated stretch of skin by her throat, sucking just lightly enough to keep from making a mark. Maybe it was fast. Maybe it was too fast. But he couldn't think of a single reason to slow down, aside from that ever-present fear, deeply buried for the moment, that opening one door necessarily meant closing another.
His mind was too far gone to dwell on that.