[ There are times she thinks she lives for that little growl in the back of his throat, a grin spreading on her lips as she leans over him, brushing her nose against the tip of his as her fingers thread through his hair. ]
Mm, me too. Couldn't seem to get you out of my head, Doc. [ She drags her teeth over his lower lip, reaching down with her free hand to tug his shirt up his stomach. She's never been a huge fan of the dress uniform - pants are just easier to fight in - but she does like the way his eyes linger over her legs when she wears it. Likes the way his hands just seem to find their way under her skirt and between her legs.
She leans in for another kiss, using both hands now to peel his shirt up his chest. ]
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Mm, me too. Couldn't seem to get you out of my head, Doc. [ She drags her teeth over his lower lip, reaching down with her free hand to tug his shirt up his stomach. She's never been a huge fan of the dress uniform - pants are just easier to fight in - but she does like the way his eyes linger over her legs when she wears it. Likes the way his hands just seem to find their way under her skirt and between her legs.
She leans in for another kiss, using both hands now to peel his shirt up his chest. ]