[The last person to touch his skin had been Angela herself- under wildly different circumstances obviously, and back then he had fought against the way it had made him feel. It had hurt, or so he'd convinced himself. Now he feels her fingers as a flutter over nerves that have been insulated for far too long and it draws out a pleased sigh.]
I'm afraid the monks would not approve, no matter how much you would improve the decor. [Which isn't what she means at all, but he's not going to let her get away with it. His legs finally bump back against a submerged ledge and he pulls her with him as he sits down, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss.]
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Date: 2018-03-13 05:44 am (UTC)I'm afraid the monks would not approve, no matter how much you would improve the decor. [Which isn't what she means at all, but he's not going to let her get away with it. His legs finally bump back against a submerged ledge and he pulls her with him as he sits down, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss.]