Never one to question her decisions or regret the past, Lily nevertheless found herself wondering why they hadn't done this sooner. Why she hadn't put his name down the first time they'd met, why they hadn't admitted to themselves that they wanted this and even as the questions uncurled, she knew she couldn't answer them. Didn't want to answer them, maybe, knew the answers already and preferred not to think on them. What she wanted was right here. The rest didn't matter.
Straddling his hips, she held her weight on her knees and slid both hands down his chest as they kissed, reaching between them for the button and zipper of his jeans. The touch of his thumb on her hip, his fingers on the skin just under the line of her underwear brought a soft gasp to her lips. She broke the kiss and sat up, her lower lip pulled between her teeth even as she smiled down at him. Her fingers curved into the waist of his jeans and she shifted on his hips, tugging them down gently, moving back only long enough to pull them off entirely. Then she was at his hips again and her body bent, her lips and teeth following the line of his ribs. Her hands slid up his chest, her mouth following the path they took until she reached his lips again and grinned against them.
It was hard not to smile, even with his hands on her -- maybe especially with his hands on her -- and her fingers traced down his side, nails trailing lightly until she reached the line of his boxers and slipped under.
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Date: 2012-02-11 05:34 pm (UTC)Straddling his hips, she held her weight on her knees and slid both hands down his chest as they kissed, reaching between them for the button and zipper of his jeans. The touch of his thumb on her hip, his fingers on the skin just under the line of her underwear brought a soft gasp to her lips. She broke the kiss and sat up, her lower lip pulled between her teeth even as she smiled down at him. Her fingers curved into the waist of his jeans and she shifted on his hips, tugging them down gently, moving back only long enough to pull them off entirely. Then she was at his hips again and her body bent, her lips and teeth following the line of his ribs. Her hands slid up his chest, her mouth following the path they took until she reached his lips again and grinned against them.
It was hard not to smile, even with his hands on her -- maybe especially with his hands on her -- and her fingers traced down his side, nails trailing lightly until she reached the line of his boxers and slipped under.