[A small, self-conscious chuckle bubbles into the kiss. One hand moves from her thigh to work at the tie in her hair. It takes some doing, but he wants to see her hair undone about her, splayed on the pillow, while he lies nestled between her legs. When it's done, he spends a moment arranging her hair about her with artistic interest. It's something of a stall, since as increasingly physically desperate as he is, he's getting increasingly shy over what to do next.
One hand lands on her thigh again, sliding upward, then hesitating at the top.]
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One hand lands on her thigh again, sliding upward, then hesitating at the top.]
Can I...touch you?