[ When her hand jostles between them to undo her jeans, Hei gets the message. He drags his teeth along the skin of one breast and clutches the other in his hand, digging his fingernails into it and feeling her nipple against his palm -- before he lets go. Glances up at her with a half-smile that borders on sharp but doesn't quite get there -- a rarity, for him. Her skin feels slightly damp, either from his mouth or the humidity, he doesn't know which. Slowly, he drags himself lower, aware of his five o'clock shadow scraping her ribs and not really caring. ]
[ Fitting himself at the juncture of her thighs, he undoes the button of her jeans. Takes her zipper between two fingers, and down it goes, slowly, tooth by tooth. Skinning her jeans down to her ankles, he leaves the underwear in place. Her panties are almost transparently damp. He leans in to mouth at her, pressing the flat of his tongue against the fabric over and over, laving over the heat of it, scraping his teeth along the panel above her clit. It's a tease, but there's none of the usual wickedness to it. ]
[ It's hungry and almost-honest, like he can't help himself. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Fitting himself at the juncture of her thighs, he undoes the button of her jeans. Takes her zipper between two fingers, and down it goes, slowly, tooth by tooth. Skinning her jeans down to her ankles, he leaves the underwear in place. Her panties are almost transparently damp. He leans in to mouth at her, pressing the flat of his tongue against the fabric over and over, laving over the heat of it, scraping his teeth along the panel above her clit. It's a tease, but there's none of the usual wickedness to it. ]
[ It's hungry and almost-honest, like he can't help himself. ]