[As soon as Eponine coaxes him to deepen it, he does just that, unthreading their fingers so he can rest a hand on her shoulder. Once she drifts back from him, Malcolm opens his eyes, blinking as the room refocuses.]
I'm supposed to be the one who asks that. [A quiet, wry laugh.] But-- yes. Of course.
[He hadn't imagined her to be the type to second-guess her kissing. It's actually quite endearing. Malcolm smiles and moves his hand from her shoulder to sweep his fingers through a lock of her hair, affectionately tucking it behind her ear.]
[Because even if she thinks he's 'nice', he's also an 18 year old guy, and... well, yeah. He may not want to be a creeper, but he'll still happily take any physical touch where he can get it.
The compliment does make him smile though, perhaps a bit shyly himself. Malcolm turns his head to kiss the back of Eponine's fingers where she's touched his face, and his thumb casually brushes against her jawline.]
[She trails her hand down his chest and over his stomach until she can touch his waist. Gently, she moves away from him so she can pull off the top she is wearing. Beneath it, she's wearing a long line black bra that accentuates her breast and emphasises her slim physique.]
You can touch if you like? I'd like you to, you know?
[Malcolm watches as Eponine pulls back enough to take her top off. Damn, but that was unexpected. Unexpected, but certainly not unpleasantly so. He'd meant to ease into it with more kissing, but this is completely fine, too.
To match, he reaches behind his head to pull his t-shirt up and off, tossing it somewhere to the corner of the bed and shifting closer.]
You're really pretty.
[And he sounds like a complete moron. Great.
Malcolm's hands slide over her smooth shoulders, and he bends in to kiss her some more, light on the corner of her mouth. Then he's capturing her lips more firmly, and his palms drag over the swell of her breasts, rough fingertips dipping under her bra before moving around to splay across her back and catch hold of the fastenings there.]
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Date: 2023-10-04 02:23 am (UTC)I'm supposed to be the one who asks that. [A quiet, wry laugh.] But-- yes. Of course.
[He hadn't imagined her to be the type to second-guess her kissing. It's actually quite endearing. Malcolm smiles and moves his hand from her shoulder to sweep his fingers through a lock of her hair, affectionately tucking it behind her ear.]
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Date: 2023-10-04 06:01 am (UTC)[She smiles shyly.]
Is there anything you’re not good at?
[His hand in her hair even for the brief moment feels so lovely. She reaches to stroke his cheek with her knuckles.]
You really are beautiful, you know, Malcolm.
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Date: 2023-10-05 08:23 pm (UTC)[Because even if she thinks he's 'nice', he's also an 18 year old guy, and... well, yeah. He may not want to be a creeper, but he'll still happily take any physical touch where he can get it.
The compliment does make him smile though, perhaps a bit shyly himself. Malcolm turns his head to kiss the back of Eponine's fingers where she's touched his face, and his thumb casually brushes against her jawline.]
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Date: 2023-10-09 07:26 pm (UTC)[She trails her hand down his chest and over his stomach until she can touch his waist. Gently, she moves away from him so she can pull off the top she is wearing. Beneath it, she's wearing a long line black bra that accentuates her breast and emphasises her slim physique.]
You can touch if you like? I'd like you to, you know?
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Date: 2023-10-13 02:08 am (UTC)To match, he reaches behind his head to pull his t-shirt up and off, tossing it somewhere to the corner of the bed and shifting closer.]
You're really pretty.
[And he sounds like a complete moron. Great.
Malcolm's hands slide over her smooth shoulders, and he bends in to kiss her some more, light on the corner of her mouth. Then he's capturing her lips more firmly, and his palms drag over the swell of her breasts, rough fingertips dipping under her bra before moving around to splay across her back and catch hold of the fastenings there.]