[ He laughs, still feeling a touch nervous about this. How could he not be nervous? But he is the Young Wolf and he's still a young man and that brings with it a certain eagerness and readiness to leap headfirst into this sort of encounter. He runs his hand down her side, hand settling on the curve of her hip as his lips find more of her skin to kiss and bite and mark. ]
You're beautiful.
[ It's a quiet little compliment, breathed more than spoken as he ghosts his lips over her collarbone. ]
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Date: 2016-10-20 03:02 am (UTC)[ He laughs, still feeling a touch nervous about this. How could he not be nervous? But he is the Young Wolf and he's still a young man and that brings with it a certain eagerness and readiness to leap headfirst into this sort of encounter. He runs his hand down her side, hand settling on the curve of her hip as his lips find more of her skin to kiss and bite and mark. ]
You're beautiful.
[ It's a quiet little compliment, breathed more than spoken as he ghosts his lips over her collarbone. ]