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John 'Axle' Winters<br/>
<i class="fas fa-spinner fa-spin"></i> Anger room<br/>
Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>​</div><br/>He smiled when he heard her response, turning for a moment to save the preset in the system, then focusing on her again as he watched her move over to the bed. The soldier met her smirk with his own, taking his holster belt off and throwing it to the side where the orb lay, while walking over calmly to her gesturing hand before she used both arms to support herself. Setting one knee down on the bed beside her, he leaned in with a warm glow in his eyes and brought his head close to her neck, letting a warm breath flow over her skin before giving it a soft kiss, then a hungrier one. There was no need for words when desire could speak from actions.<br/><br/>One of his hands traced up from her arm, slowing down to dive under her hair and brush across the fabric covering her shoulder. Then it slid up to touch the other side of her neck and cup it, while giving light pressure on her throat with his thumb, as if to feel her breathing (and maybe restrict it a little) while he kissed her body.<br/><br/>His other hand, meanwhile, slowly hiked up the hem of her shirt, from his finger into his palm. With soft tension but a firm grasp, he pulled the garment up just enough to expose her bra underneath. Briefly, he kissed down to her shoulder and leaned back, taking in the display of fabric accentuating her chest, and broke his silence.<br/>"That's a nice choice even for just a work bra," he nodded softly before looking back up into her eyes. "Can't even imagine how good you'd make lingerie look..."<br/>It was clear from his expression that he didn't pass up the opportunity to try to imagine it, though.