[Zephyr's still not really sure what he's doing, and oddly enough, he can't seem to bring himself to care. Her lips are soft and warm against his, and he automatically leans into her touch--everything just feels really nice.
One of his hands slowly skates up her side, running over her ribs and then back down to her hip. Zephyr hadn't been joking when he said he thought she had nice skin.]
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One of his hands slowly skates up her side, running over her ribs and then back down to her hip. Zephyr hadn't been joking when he said he thought she had nice skin.]