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Cormac McLaggen (macmclaggen) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I do love my fancy shirts," he joked, "but, not nearly as much as I love you." With her smile so close he couldn't help but lean into her kiss again, his hand moving from her side down her body past her sorts, stopping at the bottom of her shirts, high up on the back of her bare thigh. With her leg curled over him like that his hand naturally gripped her tighter against his bare chest.

Their conversation had been fascinating and whatever stress or annoyance had woken him up had lifted. As they kiss he let out a light growl, biting at her bottom lip, as he pulled her even closer. Breaking the kiss just for a moment he shook his head and smiled at her again, his eyes now bright and shining despite the sleep and the hour, "How did I ever get so lucky," he asked, moving his hand from her thigh to slide one of the strings of her tank top down off her shoulder, exposing a bit more skin, which he kissed wetly.