[Gently the zipper eases down the first few couple of inches, nothing too bold yet, (as if there's much more boldness to be had than where they were already) enough to slip a hand through the gap. It's hard to tell if it's just being impatient to feel his skin under hers, now with her gloves hanging with the rest of her suit off of her hips, of being conscientious of the chill in the room, easing him into it with the warmth of her hand (she's not a jerk). In reality it's a little bit of both. For all of their grinding and kissing and everything else that's happened, this is the first time she's been able to explore him with her bare hands.
And speaking of hands. Against the cold of the igloo, it's immediately obvious when Keith's fingers move to brush against her abdomen, warm and almost ticklish in a way that makes her squirm a little. What isn't immediately obvious is the path his hand is taking, but she's not really concerned, just content to indulge in the soft touches. That is, until those fingers dip lower, easing under the fabric of her suit, and suddenly it becomes very obvious.]
Oh-
[Heat floods her body, but before he can take her exclamation of surprise as one of displeasure and retreat, she hurries.]
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And speaking of hands. Against the cold of the igloo, it's immediately obvious when Keith's fingers move to brush against her abdomen, warm and almost ticklish in a way that makes her squirm a little. What isn't immediately obvious is the path his hand is taking, but she's not really concerned, just content to indulge in the soft touches. That is, until those fingers dip lower, easing under the fabric of her suit, and suddenly it becomes very obvious.]
Oh-
[Heat floods her body, but before he can take her exclamation of surprise as one of displeasure and retreat, she hurries.]
It's— You're fine.
[They'll just take turns being the bashful one.]