[ Her gaze moves back to his after he tugs on the shirt she wears. A slow and very welcoming smile forms on her lips. There is a jest somewhere in her mind of how it is his nightshirt and he should be the one to decide if she wears it or not. Instead, she slips her other hand underneath his own to press both of her hands to his back and neck, using the slightly leverage to change how they angle ever so slightly. That seems to be enough to make what little rationale she had fade away as she presses her lips to his ear and another low sound comes from her.
Her breathing deepens as her fingers curl into his back and hair. Thankfully, her nails are short and shouldn't leave marks or hurt at all. Instead, she leaves kisses along his jaw and up to his ear. She maneuvers however he directs her to be able to rid the nightshirt from her, even if a slight whine comes from her as she has to pull her hips from his to do so. ]
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Her breathing deepens as her fingers curl into his back and hair. Thankfully, her nails are short and shouldn't leave marks or hurt at all. Instead, she leaves kisses along his jaw and up to his ear. She maneuvers however he directs her to be able to rid the nightshirt from her, even if a slight whine comes from her as she has to pull her hips from his to do so. ]