[Ooh, he likes her pulling at his hair a bit. That gets her some low, grumbly noises, while he continues on down her neck towards her collarbone. When he gets there, he sits up a little bit again - he's still basically on top of her, skantways, and runs his fingers across it one side to the other, over her clothes.] Odd bone. [Beat. No wait.] I mean, in general. Yours is lovely. That it exists, I meant. [He gives up on the talking thing for a little bit since, wow, clearly, not working, and sort of does the same thing he'd just done with his fingers, with his mouth, on the bits of it that are exposed.]
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