'Special', huh... [ Jim's smiling as he says it, though, his heart beating a little quicker the more Pepper touches her lips to his neck. His own hand slips higher up her blouse, and with his middle finger he puts enough pressure to trace her spine and all the little knobs there. ] How're we supposed to go about doing that?
[ The moment Pepper's got her mouth off him he brings a hand in her hair, fingers curling in just enough to pull her head up for another kiss. Where his hand is on her back he brings it around to trace over her stomach, and then a little higher towards the edge of her bra. ]
Mm. [ she hums in response as she feels the beat of his heart pick up its pace. her lips continue their descend downward, stopping only as she reaches his collar bone, because, it's at that time, that he runs his finger along her spine. a gasp leaves her lips, the warm puff of air hitting his skin as she presses infinitely closer. ] I can think of a few ways...
[ she sits up to make it that much easier for their lips to meet again and it's hard not to smile behind the kiss. she's so glad she's got jim. he's like the light at the end of the tunnel... something she can always count on to keep her going and make her happy. ] It looks like you've got a few ideas too.
If that's you telling me I'm allowed to get this blouse off of you, [ Jim emphasises his comma with a kiss ] then thank God for psychic Pepper.
[ He's grinning, though, and now it's Jim's turn to fumble with the tiny buttons she's got. Such one-handed endeavours used to be so difficult for him, but since dating a woman who wears a lot of them, Jim's learned to adapt.
It's fantastic because it lets him cup Pepper's face--lets Jim feel for himself how the muscles there move when she smiles, when her lips part as his knuckles slowly, gently stroke up her bare stomach. Jim sighs a little bit himself; it's always such a gift to be able to touch her. ]
[ she's about to respond when their lips meet for another brief kiss. for a moment pepper loses her train of thought, but his comment has her chuckling not even a minute later as she dips her head. ] I wish I was psychic, but... no, just call it intuition. [ leaning in she sets her forehead to his. ] Besides, I know you can read me just as well as I can read you.
[ as soon as he's finished undoing the buttons of her blouse she shrugs it over her shoulders and presses closer, because the sudden burst of cold air has her shivering. her fingers continue to move in between them, finishing the work on his own shirt as she snuggles into the crook of his neck. ] I swear I could stay like this forever.
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[ The moment Pepper's got her mouth off him he brings a hand in her hair, fingers curling in just enough to pull her head up for another kiss. Where his hand is on her back he brings it around to trace over her stomach, and then a little higher towards the edge of her bra. ]
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[ she sits up to make it that much easier for their lips to meet again and it's hard not to smile behind the kiss. she's so glad she's got jim. he's like the light at the end of the tunnel... something she can always count on to keep her going and make her happy. ] It looks like you've got a few ideas too.
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[ He's grinning, though, and now it's Jim's turn to fumble with the tiny buttons she's got. Such one-handed endeavours used to be so difficult for him, but since dating a woman who wears a lot of them, Jim's learned to adapt.
It's fantastic because it lets him cup Pepper's face--lets Jim feel for himself how the muscles there move when she smiles, when her lips part as his knuckles slowly, gently stroke up her bare stomach. Jim sighs a little bit himself; it's always such a gift to be able to touch her. ]
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[ as soon as he's finished undoing the buttons of her blouse she shrugs it over her shoulders and presses closer, because the sudden burst of cold air has her shivering. her fingers continue to move in between them, finishing the work on his own shirt as she snuggles into the crook of his neck. ] I swear I could stay like this forever.