[To borrow from Scott -- holy shit. The sound of her name sparks a startled gasp from between her lips, her fingers pressing just that little bit harder against him. It's hardly the first time he's said her name, but saying it like that, his head thrown back, does something she can't quite explain and tenses something deep in her core.
But oh, what? Her skirt? She hadn't forgotten about it, and she laughs a little breathlessly as she finally gives him a bit of a break by resting both hands on either thigh.]
Don't have to! [Benefit of wearing a skirt instead of pants -- she doesn't even have to bother taking it off! But she does want Scott to get his pants off, or at least down, so she relents and draws back, rolling off him entirely to fiddle with the zipper of her skirt.] C'mon, get your pants off already! [she prompts with another laugh, tossing him a quick grin. Hooking her fingers into the hem of her skirt, she tugs it off and tosses it in the vague direction of her laundry basket, gasping a little at the suddenly cool air against the wet cotton of her panties. If he has the presence of mind to remember what her bra looked like, her panties match, a light shade of pink with a little bow on the front.
Still, that she doesn't take off yet, crawling closer to him and stealing his lips for another desperate kiss, as if even that little time apart had been too long.]
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But oh, what? Her skirt? She hadn't forgotten about it, and she laughs a little breathlessly as she finally gives him a bit of a break by resting both hands on either thigh.]
Don't have to! [Benefit of wearing a skirt instead of pants -- she doesn't even have to bother taking it off! But she does want Scott to get his pants off, or at least down, so she relents and draws back, rolling off him entirely to fiddle with the zipper of her skirt.] C'mon, get your pants off already! [she prompts with another laugh, tossing him a quick grin. Hooking her fingers into the hem of her skirt, she tugs it off and tosses it in the vague direction of her laundry basket, gasping a little at the suddenly cool air against the wet cotton of her panties. If he has the presence of mind to remember what her bra looked like, her panties match, a light shade of pink with a little bow on the front.
Still, that she doesn't take off yet, crawling closer to him and stealing his lips for another desperate kiss, as if even that little time apart had been too long.]