He finishes disassembling the dress with those rough but clever fingers, pushing the straps down her arms and pulling away from her so that she's just in her shirt. He runs his hands over her again, more attentively this time, feeling her body through the thin fabric. Caressing her chest, moving down to her hips, and then her thighs. Then, with a growl of exertion, he picks her up, broad hands under her thighs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. "See? Arm's all better?" He informs her, with a grin.
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Date: 2020-09-03 03:10 am (UTC)