( shivering to death isn't on her to-do list, either, so kimberly doesn't complain when he brushes up the line of her dress, fabric nestled up against her hip to give him plenty of space to explore. not that it's new space, but the effects of the treats they've shared have rendered each brush of skin against skin especially compelling. the sheer relief that contact brings is enough on its own to amplify her own desires, let alone any undercurrents of wanting brought on by the circumstances.
so when he asks her for a green light, permission to undress her within the relative privacy of the tent, kimberly can only think of one way to respond. ) Yes, please, ( comes her answer, whispered breathlessly as she turns into the touch, her own hands slipping under the hem of his shirt to lay flat against his back. they're chilled, she knows, but his skin is hot as always, a relief that slowly inches through her limbs with each second of contact. more of the same sounds like a very good thing indeed. )
But you're a little overdressed for that, aren't you?
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so when he asks her for a green light, permission to undress her within the relative privacy of the tent, kimberly can only think of one way to respond. ) Yes, please, ( comes her answer, whispered breathlessly as she turns into the touch, her own hands slipping under the hem of his shirt to lay flat against his back. they're chilled, she knows, but his skin is hot as always, a relief that slowly inches through her limbs with each second of contact. more of the same sounds like a very good thing indeed. )
But you're a little overdressed for that, aren't you?