[He laughs, briefly interrupting the line of his kissing. The press of her fingertips, fingernails, raises the little hairs on his neck. That, too, is distracting, in a good way.]
A pirate, [another counter, as he kisses her again, just under the hollow of her throat, just below the delicate join of her collarbones, slender and bird-like, where there are more freckles, faint like stars just before sunrise,] who loves his wife. A pirate who wouldn't resort to trickery of his wife, who he loves--
[There's mercy in the stretched-out neck of her shirt. Gives him room to kiss her. He pushes his hand under it from the other direction, bare skin on bare skin.]
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A pirate, [another counter, as he kisses her again, just under the hollow of her throat, just below the delicate join of her collarbones, slender and bird-like, where there are more freckles, faint like stars just before sunrise,] who loves his wife. A pirate who wouldn't resort to trickery of his wife, who he loves--
[There's mercy in the stretched-out neck of her shirt. Gives him room to kiss her. He pushes his hand under it from the other direction, bare skin on bare skin.]