Easier said than done, Dorothy. [ He sounds a mixture of frustrated (mostly sexually) and amusement from her impatience. It takes a lot of pulling to drag the jumpsuit down her body, a couple of tugs to free them from her feet and she's a lot more naked than he is by the time she's kissing him again. He pulls down his other shoulder while they kiss, but eventually he has to break it so he can focus on leveling the playing field. ]
I'm not going far. [ He promises her as he gets off the bed. Stood up and separated from Dorothy, it's easier for him to remove the rest of the jumpsuit. A moment later, clad in his underwear, he stares from the foot of her bed at Dorothy lying there, his eyes roaming over her body. It's so... perfect, unlike his own, littered with scars. ]
You look... [ There are no words to describe how good Dorothy looks. ]
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I'm not going far. [ He promises her as he gets off the bed. Stood up and separated from Dorothy, it's easier for him to remove the rest of the jumpsuit. A moment later, clad in his underwear, he stares from the foot of her bed at Dorothy lying there, his eyes roaming over her body. It's so... perfect, unlike his own, littered with scars. ]
You look... [ There are no words to describe how good Dorothy looks. ]