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[sways right along, a shudder running through their frame at the hand on their hip; backing him up to the bed is a very good plan, yes. as he sits, Bel slides down to both knees between his legs, arms around his waist, face burrowed against his collarbone -- he's so warm, even tired like this, so fond and responsive, and Bel could burst with it, flush against him and hoping he feels a tenth as wanted and appreciated as this.]

'll take you out properly next time we find a civilized planet... with no fog 'n a competent board of tourism--

[one hand runs down his leg to a boot, tapping speculatively. need those to come off? ~~among other things.~~]