[ it's the getting there that's always the hardest part for him, to use his words to be charming enough that a girl who turn to look in his direction in the first place. he wasn't raised to pick up well enough on the social clues that would steer into a flirtatious exchange, and part of him wonders if they hadn't been in the apocalypse, where choices were at a minimal, if girls like red and sarge would have even formed a genuine interest in him without the push of the world's end.
just like those experiences, even this one is just another accident, one where he just happen to be the wrong guy at the right place at the right time. and maybe that would have been enough to maintain the awkwardness, but now that her mouth is on his, he doesn't feel a bit of that at all.
because once he's gotten past the initiation of it all, he's got a better idea of where to go, of how to kiss, how to touch, how to brush his mouth to the column of a throat and feel the shudder of a needy swallow. the number of girls he's been with might be limited to two, but it's not like he's lacking in the number of nights featuring satisfied results.
once all hands are free, he's urged to lift his own up, letting her tug his shirt free from his body, exposing the more subtle thin lines of muscle beneath. trying not to spare a moment of too much thought, he reaches for hers soon afterwards, giving a pull to her tank top, careful in avoiding tangles with her long waves, dipping in for another catch of her mouth once the fabric is tossed freely to the floor. ]
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just like those experiences, even this one is just another accident, one where he just happen to be the wrong guy at the right place at the right time. and maybe that would have been enough to maintain the awkwardness, but now that her mouth is on his, he doesn't feel a bit of that at all.
because once he's gotten past the initiation of it all, he's got a better idea of where to go, of how to kiss, how to touch, how to brush his mouth to the column of a throat and feel the shudder of a needy swallow. the number of girls he's been with might be limited to two, but it's not like he's lacking in the number of nights featuring satisfied results.
once all hands are free, he's urged to lift his own up, letting her tug his shirt free from his body, exposing the more subtle thin lines of muscle beneath. trying not to spare a moment of too much thought, he reaches for hers soon afterwards, giving a pull to her tank top, careful in avoiding tangles with her long waves, dipping in for another catch of her mouth once the fabric is tossed freely to the floor. ]