[The way Jester responds to the hungry and insistent touch of his hands only drives Liem wilder. It's a torture of his own making when she bucks against him as he toys with her breasts, making him groan into her mouth. He has no room in his thoughts for the state of his pants, except to wish that they were already off, or at least undone.
When she breaks away, he drags in a much-needed breath, chest heaving for air.] Yes, [he agrees, and takes a moment to shrug the undone vest and shirt onto the cushions, revealing lean but surprisingly built shoulders, a collection of well-faded scars, and the softly-glowing shape of the gem embedded in his pale chest.]
Gods, Jester, you're irresistible.
[Once his arms are free, he slides one around the small of Jester's back and bends his head to kiss her collarbone, then the curve of her throat, his other hand lingering persuasively at her breast.]
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When she breaks away, he drags in a much-needed breath, chest heaving for air.] Yes, [he agrees, and takes a moment to shrug the undone vest and shirt onto the cushions, revealing lean but surprisingly built shoulders, a collection of well-faded scars, and the softly-glowing shape of the gem embedded in his pale chest.]
Gods, Jester, you're irresistible.
[Once his arms are free, he slides one around the small of Jester's back and bends his head to kiss her collarbone, then the curve of her throat, his other hand lingering persuasively at her breast.]