[The tips of his fingers traced over the underside of a breast, gently tracing the outline of them. He marveled at the softness of her skin. His face pressed against her hair and kissed it gently before cupping a breast in his hand, a thumb brushing against a nipple.]
It almost sounds as if you're stalling Phoenix.
[He peeked at him, over Annie's shoulder and gave him a smile. His other hands lay flat against her belly.]
no subject
It almost sounds as if you're stalling Phoenix.
[He peeked at him, over Annie's shoulder and gave him a smile. His other hands lay flat against her belly.]
Does this feel alright?