Oh god, now clothes were really coming off, and Olive had a momentary battle of nerves because she was probably going to be naked in front of Victor pretty quick here, and he was going to be naked in front of her, and while she very much wanted to see and touch and experience all of that, it was still sort of just sending off little exclamation marks in her brain. (No, not coherent, flaily thoughts. She was really just managing punctuation at this point.)
More than anything else, Olive needed to be touching him, and for him to keep touching her -- she felt like an idiot for not doing this sooner. Her hands skimmed lightly along his hips and up his chest, one palm pressing over his heart just for a moment, just to feel it. She'd move down lower in a moment -- it was her first time. She was going to just sort of explore him.
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Date: 2013-02-27 06:54 pm (UTC)More than anything else, Olive needed to be touching him, and for him to keep touching her -- she felt like an idiot for not doing this sooner. Her hands skimmed lightly along his hips and up his chest, one palm pressing over his heart just for a moment, just to feel it. She'd move down lower in a moment -- it was her first time. She was going to just sort of explore him.