[There's a swirl of fulfilled emotion, circling between them, relief that is quickly tempered with further desire. Everett wants so much, but he's a gentleman, he's used to a restrained approach, being sure everything is well communicated. That level of consideration feels oddly... pointless. He can feel Sokie wants this, as much as him, it's no presumption not any bit interpretation. He just knows and is certain.
No stop or stutter for words needed. He kisses her deep and demanding, tongue pushing into her mouth to seek her own. His hands gasp hips and seek fasteners. Anything between them should go. He's quick to pull away buttons and hooks, slide and shimmy her skirt away, her blouse, undergarments, everything he can. It's all taken off between kissing her. Something he breaks to admire her naked form down on against his sheets.
Even in his desperation, he likes to find such pause to appreciate.]
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No stop or stutter for words needed. He kisses her deep and demanding, tongue pushing into her mouth to seek her own. His hands gasp hips and seek fasteners. Anything between them should go. He's quick to pull away buttons and hooks, slide and shimmy her skirt away, her blouse, undergarments, everything he can. It's all taken off between kissing her. Something he breaks to admire her naked form down on against his sheets.
Even in his desperation, he likes to find such pause to appreciate.]
Beautiful.