"It is raining," he points out softly, voice edged with amusement.
He's wet, yes, but he's warm, too, body heat radiating through his clothes. His head lowers to hers, stopping just above and memorizing her hairline. The feel of her cheek through two layers of clothes.
He moves his hand down on the rope, gently brushing against hers and stopping there.
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Date: 2009-02-17 06:20 am (UTC)He's wet, yes, but he's warm, too, body heat radiating through his clothes. His head lowers to hers, stopping just above and memorizing her hairline. The feel of her cheek through two layers of clothes.
He moves his hand down on the rope, gently brushing against hers and stopping there.