[The grass is soft against his knees as he sinks down to meet her, leaning over her in the grass, and he--
... he brushes a knuckle softly against her cheek, flicking away a stray hair that had fallen out of place. He thinks only for a fleeting moment about the feeling that clenches in his chest when he looks at her, because she looks incredible like this, flushed and expectant and wanting, but it's something more than that, something big enough that this whole game can't really make him forget about it. There's an intensity in his gaze for a second, a wanting. His eyes lower, taking in the rest of her body, and then rise to meet her gaze again with a glint of curiosity, maybe even daring.
He runs a hand down her side from rib to hip, fingers brushing gently against her bare skin as he traces a line to her pelvis. Teasing. Toying.
But it takes very little for his composure to fracture, the cracks widening as he touches the slickness of her inner thighs, as he takes in the expectant look on her face. He wants her so much he can barely contain himself, and so-- he leans back onto his haunches, first yanking his shirt over his head and then shucking his trousers with alarming quickness, that eager to get back to touching her.]
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... he brushes a knuckle softly against her cheek, flicking away a stray hair that had fallen out of place. He thinks only for a fleeting moment about the feeling that clenches in his chest when he looks at her, because she looks incredible like this, flushed and expectant and wanting, but it's something more than that, something big enough that this whole game can't really make him forget about it. There's an intensity in his gaze for a second, a wanting. His eyes lower, taking in the rest of her body, and then rise to meet her gaze again with a glint of curiosity, maybe even daring.
He runs a hand down her side from rib to hip, fingers brushing gently against her bare skin as he traces a line to her pelvis. Teasing. Toying.
But it takes very little for his composure to fracture, the cracks widening as he touches the slickness of her inner thighs, as he takes in the expectant look on her face. He wants her so much he can barely contain himself, and so-- he leans back onto his haunches, first yanking his shirt over his head and then shucking his trousers with alarming quickness, that eager to get back to touching her.]