[Oh, he knows it, and he fully intends to take advantage of it. He kisses his way partway down her arm, and then back up again, first to kiss her collarbone and then to nibble at it, gently first, and then a little harder. He's always testing his boundaries, this one, and his lips move higher, nipping at her neck, at that sensitive spot right below her jawline.]
[It's soft but urgent, the slightest bit of a teasing reprimand because he knows what he's doing and what it does to her. Her breath comes in quiet gasps of approval and her hands come around to unbutton his trousers and then still again as his mouth distracts her. They're still outside, of that she is very much aware, but that adds to the thrill of the whole thing, too.]
[He's not pausing to hear her response, even if she does have one, because that teasing reprimand just makes him smile wider and slide his hand down her body, aiming to tug her dress up at least partway. All he wants is the freedom to touch bare skin, and to keep getting her to make those approving little noises, and as soon as he can, he runs a teasing hand across her bare thigh, still grinning like an idiot.]
[She can feel his grin against her skin and it lights up her own, a little laugh at the idea that they're groping each other in the middle of a thunderstorm where anyone could walk across them at any time. She relishes the glide of his hand over her leg, pushes down his trousers just enough so she can get to him, stroke him without having to get fully undressed.]
Yeah, well, you've known that about me for a long time.
[His cockiness doesn't abate at all, even when she's able to pull his trousers aside a little and take him in hand, although he does have to stifle a little gasp of pleasure and a laugh. It's only fair that he reciprocates, then, and his hand slides further up her thigh, tugging her underwear aside as best he can, cursing these wet clothes for being so unwieldy. With her underwear aside, though, he can move his hand between her legs and begin to rub, ever so gently, still teasingly, content to take this far beyond groping.]
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[It's soft but urgent, the slightest bit of a teasing reprimand because he knows what he's doing and what it does to her. Her breath comes in quiet gasps of approval and her hands come around to unbutton his trousers and then still again as his mouth distracts her. They're still outside, of that she is very much aware, but that adds to the thrill of the whole thing, too.]
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[He's not pausing to hear her response, even if she does have one, because that teasing reprimand just makes him smile wider and slide his hand down her body, aiming to tug her dress up at least partway. All he wants is the freedom to touch bare skin, and to keep getting her to make those approving little noises, and as soon as he can, he runs a teasing hand across her bare thigh, still grinning like an idiot.]
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[She can feel his grin against her skin and it lights up her own, a little laugh at the idea that they're groping each other in the middle of a thunderstorm where anyone could walk across them at any time. She relishes the glide of his hand over her leg, pushes down his trousers just enough so she can get to him, stroke him without having to get fully undressed.]
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[His cockiness doesn't abate at all, even when she's able to pull his trousers aside a little and take him in hand, although he does have to stifle a little gasp of pleasure and a laugh. It's only fair that he reciprocates, then, and his hand slides further up her thigh, tugging her underwear aside as best he can, cursing these wet clothes for being so unwieldy. With her underwear aside, though, he can move his hand between her legs and begin to rub, ever so gently, still teasingly, content to take this far beyond groping.]