The scuff of his whiskers lingers, a pleasant bristling against sensitive skin made sharper for how avid her kisses become—as keen and as thorough as any other part of Fitcher's study has been. It's only in the sweat prickled aftermath that she does herself the favor of partly shielding her chin from Silas' beard by kissing him at a crooked slant, long fingers lazily insinuated between his stubble and her cheek.
Eventually, with just the single shirt button between her breasts done back up in an absurdist nod in the direction modesty, Fitcher finds herself returned to the state of rifling through her discarded things in search of the standard issue Riftwatch pocket lighter. Once produced, she sways back toward where she has a leg still thrown partly over him. A few temperamental clicks from the flint wheel sees the joint newly set at the corner of his mouth lit.
"I think," she says, snapping the light closed and tossing it underhand back where it came from. "Pleased as I am to have had my curiosity indulged, that fucking outdoors may not be my next hobby."
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Date: 2022-07-30 01:28 am (UTC)Eventually, with just the single shirt button between her breasts done back up in an absurdist nod in the direction modesty, Fitcher finds herself returned to the state of rifling through her discarded things in search of the standard issue Riftwatch pocket lighter. Once produced, she sways back toward where she has a leg still thrown partly over him. A few temperamental clicks from the flint wheel sees the joint newly set at the corner of his mouth lit.
"I think," she says, snapping the light closed and tossing it underhand back where it came from. "Pleased as I am to have had my curiosity indulged, that fucking outdoors may not be my next hobby."