"So right about here?" she inquired, leaning down to run the tip of her nose up that soft skin. It was very soft under her nose, almost like kid leather (not that she would tell him that), and she turned her head slightly to brush her cheek against the spot. She shivered as his hands slid down her back to cup her rear, and she moved closer to him, pressing her body against his.
"Stroking is very nice, but I think we're both wearing too many clothes," chuckled Abel, her breath ghosting over his neck. "And your armor, while protective, isn't very comfortable to be pressed against."
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Date: 2018-07-13 02:21 am (UTC)"Stroking is very nice, but I think we're both wearing too many clothes," chuckled Abel, her breath ghosting over his neck. "And your armor, while protective, isn't very comfortable to be pressed against."