You give it a bit, ( quietly retorted, a volley back as he settles in against her; there's no bite to it, though. just gentle teasing, back and forth, a language that requires no translation. ) Hot head.
( kimberly falls quiet for a while after that, hands slipping under the hem of his shirt to splay out against his ribs. her fingers find purchase in the grooves and lines, body heat slowly but surely trickling through touch. eventually, though, her voice pipes back up again, but while her voice lifts, her head does not. for this, it's easier not to. )
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( kimberly falls quiet for a while after that, hands slipping under the hem of his shirt to splay out against his ribs. her fingers find purchase in the grooves and lines, body heat slowly but surely trickling through touch. eventually, though, her voice pipes back up again, but while her voice lifts, her head does not. for this, it's easier not to. )
You were cold?