[Oh, he knows she could flip their positions if she wanted - he wouldn't complain. But while he's got this vantage point he's going to use it, and not just to press her into the table. His hands thank her for the revelation of exposed skin by exploring it. His mouth, wet from hers, hot in pursuit. Clothes seems like a secondary consideration: he leaves the shirt she's rucked up over his shoulders hanging open, but catches one of her hands (risking the claws) to bring around to his belt.]
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