It was such a different feeling for the boy who had always had trouble connecting on the levels he wanted, on the levels that everyone else made seem, if nto effortless, then much easier than it was for him. Blaise had always made it seem quite easy, though he didn't begrudge it to his friend. He simply wished sometimes that he could be half that charming and easy going with the world.
But there was a warm sense of security here with her. Even if she hadn't gotten the best of looks at him in that dark room, they'd already passed soem of the more awkward bits before, and he knew her. He trusted her. They'd shared a lot of troubling times together, the last few years, een if they hadn't always explicitly said so. Sometimes the comfort of a friend nearby was the best medicine, he'd found.
He had to catch his breath a moment, but it was very much a male sort of moment, because he was able to enjoy the sight of her nice, pert breasts, and he nuzzled at the one he hadn't had a chance to pay attention to yet. He had been a bit sorry that he hadn't gotten to explore them the other night.
He dipped fingers just under her waistband in the back, teasing the skin at her waist, and his other toyed with one breast, pinching lightly to earn a reaction before he planned to lean in to taste it. But her hands were wonderful, distracting things, and a little moan escaped him as her hands worked the button and zipper, unconsciously rocking up slightly toward her touch.