Yet even as he was verbally protesting her nakedness (or was he?), Crimson couldn't help it as his eyes drifted down her body, very obviously liking what he saw before he suddenly realized exactly what he was doing. Blushing slightly, he quickly fumbled with his shirt, voice slightly muffled by it before he managed to pull it off, stepping forward to tug it down over her head.
"Yes. You were in my dream." When she was at least partially clothed, his hands slid down to rest familiarly on her hips as he studied her intently. "I know you..."
The last statement, said more to himself than her, seemed to make the knot that had been in his stomach ever since he had arrived here loosen slightly, as if everything would be all right, so long as she was here.
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Yet even as he was verbally protesting her nakedness (or was he?), Crimson couldn't help it as his eyes drifted down her body, very obviously liking what he saw before he suddenly realized exactly what he was doing. Blushing slightly, he quickly fumbled with his shirt, voice slightly muffled by it before he managed to pull it off, stepping forward to tug it down over her head.
"Yes. You were in my dream." When she was at least partially clothed, his hands slid down to rest familiarly on her hips as he studied her intently. "I know you..."
The last statement, said more to himself than her, seemed to make the knot that had been in his stomach ever since he had arrived here loosen slightly, as if everything would be all right, so long as she was here.