[Irhya exhales, slow and pronounced, bristling a bit at the feeling of frigid hands traveling up her back. They're both cold, she concludes as she circles around to the front of his throat, scraping the flats of her front teeth against his Adam's apple as if to remind him she could tear it out at a moment's notice.
For now, she mitigates the chill of her own hands by touching through the fabric of his shirt, forcing the hem flapping free with a small tug. Perhaps he is more impervious to the cold than she is -- and it had better hold true once she gets it off. By then, any complaints will be more than a bit belated. Her hips scoot forward another tantalizing ilm or two, drawing herself closer to him and pressing their front sides flush together as she continues to nip gently under his chin without breaking the skin.]
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For now, she mitigates the chill of her own hands by touching through the fabric of his shirt, forcing the hem flapping free with a small tug. Perhaps he is more impervious to the cold than she is -- and it had better hold true once she gets it off. By then, any complaints will be more than a bit belated. Her hips scoot forward another tantalizing ilm or two, drawing herself closer to him and pressing their front sides flush together as she continues to nip gently under his chin without breaking the skin.]