[ Yes, this is... weird. Not awkward, though, not when they're both soldiers and know what has to be done (at least not yet). But still weird.
She keeps her eyes averted or simply staring at something past him. It's easier that way.
After all the belts, in silence she unbuttons his shirt one by one, until the fabric is parted and she can run cool fingers over his chest. She won't strip him of his shirt, for even that amount of coverage would be better than none, but a bare chest against hers is good enough. Her touch does not venture anywhere exciting yet, not when some amount of heat must be generated first. Instead, she runs one hand up and down his midline, simply feeling his body in this dim light. She's always known him to be rather defined in his muscles, but it's so much more different-- intimate-- like this. ...Right. Not thinking about that.
As for herself, well. She allows him to do what he wishes with her clothes. She's simply not expect much of grace with this from him, anyway. ]
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She keeps her eyes averted or simply staring at something past him. It's easier that way.
After all the belts, in silence she unbuttons his shirt one by one, until the fabric is parted and she can run cool fingers over his chest. She won't strip him of his shirt, for even that amount of coverage would be better than none, but a bare chest against hers is good enough. Her touch does not venture anywhere exciting yet, not when some amount of heat must be generated first. Instead, she runs one hand up and down his midline, simply feeling his body in this dim light. She's always known him to be rather defined in his muscles, but it's so much more different-- intimate-- like this. ...Right. Not thinking about that.
As for herself, well. She allows him to do what he wishes with her clothes. She's simply not expect much of grace with this from him, anyway. ]