[ Extremely typical: the thought that if Marcus administers the right combination of ministrations, at the correct pace and firmness, there will be no room left for note taking. So communicates the slightly skeptical raise of an eyebrow as this exchange passes over his shoulder.
He rolls forwards, then, pulling himself up and over her, nudging her far leg aside to make room for him. Her wrist is snagged, the one teasing her hand at his thigh, drawn up to pass by near enough for him to graze a kiss in the centre of her hand before pressing it to the bed.
Gently, firmly, still. Still learning, testing. He says, ]
No you won't,
[ on this second declaration of what she will or will not do. The fate of the book isn't immediately pressing. He presses a kiss against her neck, a gentle gesture that still has that edge of roughness, whether just from the friction of the poor job of shaving he'd carried out this morning or the invasion of space itself.
Conveniently, this acts as courtesy and permission both for Julius to do as she says, and for all to see one another. ]
no subject
He rolls forwards, then, pulling himself up and over her, nudging her far leg aside to make room for him. Her wrist is snagged, the one teasing her hand at his thigh, drawn up to pass by near enough for him to graze a kiss in the centre of her hand before pressing it to the bed.
Gently, firmly, still. Still learning, testing. He says, ]
No you won't,
[ on this second declaration of what she will or will not do. The fate of the book isn't immediately pressing. He presses a kiss against her neck, a gentle gesture that still has that edge of roughness, whether just from the friction of the poor job of shaving he'd carried out this morning or the invasion of space itself.
Conveniently, this acts as courtesy and permission both for Julius to do as she says, and for all to see one another. ]