Uriel responded to the kiss eagerly, relishing in the warmth of his touch. 'Not a dream, Pestilence,' she thought to herself. 'Not a dream even though I fear so.'
Their kiss deepened, tongues sliding against each other in their little private dance. His hands were opening her dress, pushing it down from her shoulders, baring more and more of her chest to his hungry eyes and hands.
Her hand wandered further, brushing lightly the fabric over his growing erection. That, at least, she had experience with from their previous encounters. After a moment's hesitation she applied a bit firmer touch, trying to follow his reactions even though she was mostly concentrating on the kiss.
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She's wearing a dress, not blouse+skirt... Oh, what the heck.
Date: 2006-04-27 09:07 am (UTC)Their kiss deepened, tongues sliding against each other in their little private dance. His hands were opening her dress, pushing it down from her shoulders, baring more and more of her chest to his hungry eyes and hands.
Her hand wandered further, brushing lightly the fabric over his growing erection. That, at least, she had experience with from their previous encounters. After a moment's hesitation she applied a bit firmer touch, trying to follow his reactions even though she was mostly concentrating on the kiss.