The protest would probably be more believable if she in anyway stopped him, and in fact, did not go to help him. Hooking her fingers to her other side, and begin to loosen the ties that held her dress snugly to her.
Turning her face up, she takes a hungry kiss as readily, tear-salt on her lips still bleeds between them, washed away between each one. "You should rest." And another kiss follows it, as the dress loosens to start falling over her shoulders, catching only when her arms wind around him, wanting another and another.
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The protest would probably be more believable if she in anyway stopped him, and in fact, did not go to help him. Hooking her fingers to her other side, and begin to loosen the ties that held her dress snugly to her.
Turning her face up, she takes a hungry kiss as readily, tear-salt on her lips still bleeds between them, washed away between each one. "You should rest." And another kiss follows it, as the dress loosens to start falling over her shoulders, catching only when her arms wind around him, wanting another and another.