There's an incredibly pleased hum on his lips for the spark of her laughter, the gasp of her moan. It only increases in ardor as she drags fingers through his hair and down his spine, as his own fingers begin to tug with proper eagerness at the ties of her skirts. He's gotten better, yes, at helping her out of her clothes, but there's still a certain amount of fumbling in his eagerness to be close to her.
"Do you-- have any idea what your laugh does to me, Anne?"
It's amazing, how it can both lighten his heart and stoke the flame of his passion all at once.
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Date: 2014-10-07 08:38 pm (UTC)"Do you-- have any idea what your laugh does to me, Anne?"
It's amazing, how it can both lighten his heart and stoke the flame of his passion all at once.