I wouldn't mind a real skirt as much. This is... precarious.
[He's matter-of-fact about the skirt.
He sighs softly at the fingers in his hair, and kisses his way down to her collarbone and back up to her chin before planting another kiss on her lips.
It's hard to remember to behave himself, but the thought of whoever those mysterious giggling voices belonged to bursting in on them halfway through anything more intense than a makeout session... helps.]
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[He's matter-of-fact about the skirt.
He sighs softly at the fingers in his hair, and kisses his way down to her collarbone and back up to her chin before planting another kiss on her lips.
It's hard to remember to behave himself, but the thought of whoever those mysterious giggling voices belonged to bursting in on them halfway through anything more intense than a makeout session... helps.]