His eyes travel slowly down her body, and he brushes the robe aside to slip down over her shoulders, his breath catching a little in his throat. Oh god, she's beautiful...
He catches her wrist gently just to hold her hand there for a minute, wanting to feel its warmth against his skin, and then slips the shirt over his head.
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Date: 2005-08-18 03:50 am (UTC)He catches her wrist gently just to hold her hand there for a minute, wanting to feel its warmth against his skin, and then slips the shirt over his head.