Ah! Nipple attack. Brian shuddered. As she clung to him, he fought the beaming smile that tugged at his lips, and when they'd landed, he'd kissed her amongst his response.
Touche, GAP, touche. Jubilee's pants weren't cooperating, and while it was annoying to both parties, Britannic grinned at Jubilee as she pouted. She was far too cute for her own good. It was going to cause him more trouble than not, he knew. "Two shakes," he said, leaving off the infamous 'of a lamb's tail' and raising above her. When they broke contact, he decided his trouser-removing adventure would have to be a short one. He wanted to be touching her. As he floated, the Brit grasped the waist of Jubilee's pants with his right hand, then each foot in turn with his left as he pulled her bottoms off. The pants went flying. His hands grasped briefly around her tiny feet and he moved his thumbs up and down the bottoms several, flicking times before grinning and looking back up at the rest of her body. "We missed those." Her panties were still clinging with pink-colored desperation at her hips. No matter.
Brian moved forward once more and settled so he was straddling the little fox. His hand rested across her very flat abdomen, with his fingers splayed upward, her little belly button peeking through adorably. His thumb, however, was sneaking below her waistband, first the tip and nail, then to the first knuckle, and then a bit lower. His blue eyes locked onto hers and while his right hand threatened to travel into sensitive territory, his left had snaked between his own legs and positioned itself so his fingers could get at her from that angle as well. The fingers of his right flinched in a grasping manner across her belly just before his left made a pass over the crotch of her panties with the backs of his fingers.