( she can feel how badly he wants her, and it sends a little shiver of pleasure through her, hips bearing down against him while her fingers join his to finish the job unbuttoning his shirt so she can tug it over his shoulders and expose more skin to her. her hands smooth over his chest, over those scars that leonard did so well to keep to himself for so long — a fact that sara doesn't take for granted, even as she draws against him for another long kiss, jagged beer bottle scars pressed flush against three very precise arrow-sized gashes between her ribs.
sara's lips brush against len's neck, down along his throat, laying slow, purposeful kisses against his skin as she murmurs, ) Where do you want me, huh?
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sara's lips brush against len's neck, down along his throat, laying slow, purposeful kisses against his skin as she murmurs, ) Where do you want me, huh?