[ Majima let out a quiet sigh at the feel of her touch -- barely audible, even as it tickled at the skin at her shoulder. ]
I don't mind if you don't.
[ There was a sliver of smooth, exposed skin at Justine's shirtfront, and he dipped down to plant a kiss there, too. In a quiet rustle of cloth, he shifted positions, kneeling in front of her. If she wanted, she could easily reach out and trap him there with her legs.
At the moment, however, he seemed content to brush his lips against her knee. Only then did he look up and meet her gaze once more, smiling with a warmth that was no doubt now familiar to her. ]
action; let's say she's wearing a skirt?
[ Majima let out a quiet sigh at the feel of her touch -- barely audible, even as it tickled at the skin at her shoulder. ]
I don't mind if you don't.
[ There was a sliver of smooth, exposed skin at Justine's shirtfront, and he dipped down to plant a kiss there, too. In a quiet rustle of cloth, he shifted positions, kneeling in front of her. If she wanted, she could easily reach out and trap him there with her legs.
At the moment, however, he seemed content to brush his lips against her knee. Only then did he look up and meet her gaze once more, smiling with a warmth that was no doubt now familiar to her. ]
I kinda like lookin' up at you.