[When she stops pushing his shirt down his arms, he takes over, trying to shimmy it down, but of course her demand for a kiss takes precedence. Messing around with the shirt hanging around his wrists - something he could fix in a split second if he only focused, but he has other priorities right now - he leans down to kiss her, gently pressing his lips against hers.
His arms will be available again soon, he promises.]
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His arms will be available again soon, he promises.]