With sharp eyes, the mark is noticed as soon as she turns around, and the 'image' of the heart is noted easily - he grins (still a little punch-drunk on her Karma surge) and presses a quick kiss to the back of her right shoulder, his fingers fastening the necklace securely.
"It seems," he muses softly. "There is more artwork upon my dragon I have yet to trace."
The volume of his voice matches the pressure of the touch of his hands - soft, gentle - as he slowly sweeps his fingers across the tops of her shoulders to the back of her neck, working his fingertips over her shoulder blades (a moment of massage is spent there, as well as the points where her wings would emerge from her skin) and spine before his path seeks lower.
Once his fingers reach the thumbprints of henna, he covers one half of the heart with his own thumb, before kneeling behind her; his other hand gently cups her ass as he presses his lips against the small of her back, kissing beside that mark.
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"It seems," he muses softly. "There is more artwork upon my dragon I have yet to trace."
The volume of his voice matches the pressure of the touch of his hands - soft, gentle - as he slowly sweeps his fingers across the tops of her shoulders to the back of her neck, working his fingertips over her shoulder blades (a moment of massage is spent there, as well as the points where her wings would emerge from her skin) and spine before his path seeks lower.
Once his fingers reach the thumbprints of henna, he covers one half of the heart with his own thumb, before kneeling behind her; his other hand gently cups her ass as he presses his lips against the small of her back, kissing beside that mark.