[His brows lift at the bold gesture, but he doesn't pull away, recognizing the indication loud and clear- a confirmation of what he'd assumed on the way back, and he looks immediately pleased to have been proven right. His hands curve around her, fingers seeking bare skin at her back and thumb brushing against the lip of her dress just above her breast, almost slipping under. His tie hangs loose and half-abandoned at his neck, jacket waiting to fall. He shifts closer, his body brushing teasingly against her own.]
This part wasn't in the dance. [He gently kneads at her breast, tugging at the fabric a little more.] You liked this...?
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This part wasn't in the dance. [He gently kneads at her breast, tugging at the fabric a little more.] You liked this...?