He moves forward, sliding the scissors up to the sleeve he'd already cut, tracing it up towards her neck. For every shear, he moves forward to press his mouth against the skin he exposes.
"Mmm, I can imagine," he says. And he can, vividly. "Of course, you could also always tell me..."
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Date: 2013-06-11 03:49 am (UTC)"Mmm, I can imagine," he says. And he can, vividly. "Of course, you could also always tell me..."