[It's taking nearly all his willpower to keep 'the giggles' from over coming him.] I'm pretty bad at this, aren't I? [Not that he let's that stop him. His scarred hand slipping under her shirt even as he laughs at himself. He wants to get the full feel of her skin against his own. He can't get that sensation from his left, metal arm anymore. So that arm gets delegated to lift up duty as it's needed.
His hand starts off flat against her stomach. Fingers spread wide as he gently brushes it up her body until his fingers hit the curve of her breast. He would never admit it, but his heart starts beating even faster as a boyhood joy takes over slightly at the touch.]
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His hand starts off flat against her stomach. Fingers spread wide as he gently brushes it up her body until his fingers hit the curve of her breast. He would never admit it, but his heart starts beating even faster as a boyhood joy takes over slightly at the touch.]