His hand, almost of it's own violition, slid along her fur to her breast.His hand, almost of it's own violition, slid along her fur to her breast. He could feel the yielding mass of it under his palm. "Kolya?" Her voice startled him. "Yeah?" he asked, feeling guilty, feeling caught. "You aren't tired, are you?" There was a pause. He had been expecting the question "What are you doing?" and it took a second for him to find a new answer for the new question. There was a difference between having permission to touch her and fondling her breasts. "No," he replied, his mouth a little dry, "Not really." "Don't stop. Please?" "Does it feel good?" he asked quietly, nuzzling her neck with his lips. "I don't feel much there," she replied. "It's just sort of... there, y'know?" She added quickly, "But if you like it, go ahead." Nickolai smiled in the dark and ran his finger out along the outside of her breast; she cooed suddenly, then broke into a squeal of laughter. |