[ A kiss well welcomed. His hands are all over her once more. A kick will have to do for closing the door. It shuts with a slam louder than he meant. He can't find himself caring all that much at this very moment.
Now that they are somewhere more private, his hands can begin to wander. Up into her dress, dipping into whatever underthings she may be wearing. He's always the first to make noise and does into her kiss. Quiet moans as his hands explore her familiar body as if it were completely unknown. ]
[ Wednesday's underthings are delightfully old fashioned, inspired by vintage lingerie with garter belts and all. Her hemlines rose when she grew older - nothing too scandalous, but they did look nice with her legs and those stockings she always wore - and had been an interesting companion to those heavy starched collars she always dons.
She does so like seeing him eagerly undress her, layer by layer. She does nothing to remove her clothes herself, silent as she smiles into their messy kiss, her hands firmly on his sides. ]
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Now that they are somewhere more private, his hands can begin to wander. Up into her dress, dipping into whatever underthings she may be wearing. He's always the first to make noise and does into her kiss. Quiet moans as his hands explore her familiar body as if it were completely unknown. ]
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She does so like seeing him eagerly undress her, layer by layer. She does nothing to remove her clothes herself, silent as she smiles into their messy kiss, her hands firmly on his sides. ]