[ Though tempting to use how ticklish Dick is against him, Izzy's got much better things in mind right now, including taking the invitation the stretch of his body offers to explore the skin beneath his shirt a bit more. Her palm trails up his side, bunching his shirt further until her thumb can pass over the underside of his ribs. Her other fingers curl around his side, spread across his skin as though she's desperate to touch as much of him as possible.
Which, truth be told, she is. ]
How's this? [ Closing the distance between them, Izzy presses a slow, languid kiss to his lips, a grin still playing at the corners of her own. She shifts her weight to her elbow so their bodies are closer as well, her knees pressing into his hips. If that's still not good enough, they'll have to remove a few more articles of clothing. ]
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Which, truth be told, she is. ]
How's this? [ Closing the distance between them, Izzy presses a slow, languid kiss to his lips, a grin still playing at the corners of her own. She shifts her weight to her elbow so their bodies are closer as well, her knees pressing into his hips. If that's still not good enough, they'll have to remove a few more articles of clothing. ]