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"You have freckles on your chest," she informed him, tracing them… - L'esprit de l'escalier [entries|archive|friends|userinfo]
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[May. 26th, 2011|12:09 am]
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"You have freckles on your chest," she informed him, tracing them thoughtfully. "Do you realize how hot that is, Yosemite?"

Kip tilted his chin down to peer at his own chest curiously, like he’d honestly never seen it before, then lifted his eyes up again to admire the counterpart view. "You don't have any, not a single mark on that skin of yours... except for... right... here..." Kip said, nudging the material of her dress aside a little bit to lay his finger on a single freckle, just in the curve where her thigh met her hip. "I was admiring that before. Possibly the sexiest thing I've ever seen, personally."

"Oh, is it now?" she smirked, lifting a brow at him, her hair loose now and tumbling forward in curls. "So I don't need a face or anything, as long as I have that? And here I was all this time, trying to make myself look pretty for you, when all I had to do was show you my freckle. Her name is Shannon, by the way."

Kip nodded seriously, then looked back down at his own chest. "Mine are known collectively as Brian."