( his touch along her back, even for how light it is prompts a soft sound, not quite a moan but something familiar. there's the thought to warn him that if he continues he'll find her interest stirred back up but the words don't seem to come.
instead, quill lifts her head from where she'd rest it, bringing her hands to his chest and giving a careful push, encouraging him onto his back.
she'll move against him, adjusting her position to lay her head at his shoulder, hand resting on his chest. her fingers trace slowly, soft exploration of the scar they find themselves near )
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instead, quill lifts her head from where she'd rest it, bringing her hands to his chest and giving a careful push, encouraging him onto his back.
she'll move against him, adjusting her position to lay her head at his shoulder, hand resting on his chest. her fingers trace slowly, soft exploration of the scar they find themselves near )