[ She inhales sharply, a soft noise leaving her mouth to be consumed by the kiss. Nails raking lightly along flesh while the other entangles within his own hair. Though while she enjoys the friction (it's been so long, it's been too long) Morgana becomes quickly frustrated with their clothes, on hand moving to rid him of his shirt.
Or to attempt too, such things are difficult when you've only one hand and are more focused in kissing him with a greedy sort of need. As if she plans on ridding him completely of breath. ]
[ He can't resist nipping at her lips. Reaching a hand behind his head, he pulls his shirt off. Then he's mouthing her jaw, sucking and biting. He almost tears the lacing of her gown in reckless need to get it off, get her out of it. He settles for tugging it down only barely thinking to get her arms free of the sleeves before he's shoving the bodice away and crushing her naked chest to his. ]
[ With his shirt gone her hands are free to roam his skin, tracing over muscle and scars alike. There are new ones there, she notices, before her thoughts as derailed by his mouth at her jaw. She laughs breathlessly, ceasing her mapping to pull her arms free barely noticing the bodice's departure.
Her mind is far too focused on the feeling of her skin against his own, that alone sends shivers down her spine.
Nails resume their venture, dragging along his jaw and down his neck, counting the new scars that mar his skin. ]
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Or to attempt too, such things are difficult when you've only one hand and are more focused in kissing him with a greedy sort of need. As if she plans on ridding him completely of breath. ]
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A moment. I need—
[ He can't resist nipping at her lips. Reaching a hand behind his head, he pulls his shirt off. Then he's mouthing her jaw, sucking and biting. He almost tears the lacing of her gown in reckless need to get it off, get her out of it. He settles for tugging it down only barely thinking to get her arms free of the sleeves before he's shoving the bodice away and crushing her naked chest to his. ]
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Her mind is far too focused on the feeling of her skin against his own, that alone sends shivers down her spine.
Nails resume their venture, dragging along his jaw and down his neck, counting the new scars that mar his skin. ]
You had your moment.