[ He decided very early on when he met Sara back in Eudio that he could touch her for days. Maybe he just like a girl that knew what she wanted. She didn't hesitate to tell Steve what she wanted. To take the lead and tell him just what needed to be done. He actually found it pretty damn attractive. Especially coming from Sara. Or maybe he was just too smitten with her to actually find a flaw. Something that would turn him away from her. Everyone's got dark spots. Pasts. Things that go on beneath the calm surface they present to the world.
She is right about something. He is exploring. He's touched her plenty. But right now he feels like he could go for hours touching her. Mapping her. Memorizing her. He hasn't quite told her this yet, but he's drawn her from memory plenty of times. He draws everyone he meets though. That's not new. But Sara has a place in his head he can't quite fathom sometimes. He may draw everyone, but he certainly doesn't draw them without their clothes. Sara gets that very distinct honor.
As she grabs the front of his shirt Steve feels his body just warm more. His clothes scratch and irritate his skin more than he can wrap his head around. He wants it off. The more she pulls on the front of it the better it feels. His hand on her thigh drifts up and up and up until he touches her stomach. The crop top giving him enough room for his hand to press against her skin. Though really a portion of his hand disappears under the fabric as he touches her.
Finally his lips come down on her neck and Steve practically moans out loud. The feeling of his heat meeting her cold skin. It's enough to make his eyes roll back into his head. ]
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She is right about something. He is exploring. He's touched her plenty. But right now he feels like he could go for hours touching her. Mapping her. Memorizing her. He hasn't quite told her this yet, but he's drawn her from memory plenty of times. He draws everyone he meets though. That's not new. But Sara has a place in his head he can't quite fathom sometimes. He may draw everyone, but he certainly doesn't draw them without their clothes. Sara gets that very distinct honor.
As she grabs the front of his shirt Steve feels his body just warm more. His clothes scratch and irritate his skin more than he can wrap his head around. He wants it off. The more she pulls on the front of it the better it feels. His hand on her thigh drifts up and up and up until he touches her stomach. The crop top giving him enough room for his hand to press against her skin. Though really a portion of his hand disappears under the fabric as he touches her.
Finally his lips come down on her neck and Steve practically moans out loud. The feeling of his heat meeting her cold skin. It's enough to make his eyes roll back into his head. ]
I really wanna rip this top off you.
[ He whispers against her skin. ]