Putting a knee beside Rogue's hip on the bed, Steve knelt over her and murmured obediently, "yes, ma'am." He reached out and put his hands on her waist under the sweatshirt, running his hands up her body, the sweatshirt getting dragged up as well. His hands skirted along the sides of her breasts as he finally took hold of the fabric and pulled the shirt over her head.
Tossing the shirt off to the side, his hands traveled the same path back down her now-exposed torso, extending his thumbs to just brush against her nipples as they passed, until he reached the edge of her jeans. He curled his fingers down under the hem, then ran the backs of his fingers inward to the zipper, brushing along her skin the whole way. His eyes never left her body, but once he reached the closure of her jeans, he glanced up at her face.
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Date: 2016-09-17 06:58 am (UTC)Tossing the shirt off to the side, his hands traveled the same path back down her now-exposed torso, extending his thumbs to just brush against her nipples as they passed, until he reached the edge of her jeans. He curled his fingers down under the hem, then ran the backs of his fingers inward to the zipper, brushing along her skin the whole way. His eyes never left her body, but once he reached the closure of her jeans, he glanced up at her face.