She saw him without a shirt in Russia, but he'd been beaten, bloodied,
starved. Now, he looks healthier, wholer, and Joyce finds her breath
catching as his shirt slips from his shoulders. She looks up at him as she
leans in, presses a kiss against his shoulder as her hands drop to his belt
and start to open it.
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Date: 2023-01-17 08:42 pm (UTC)She saw him without a shirt in Russia, but he'd been beaten, bloodied, starved. Now, he looks healthier, wholer, and Joyce finds her breath catching as his shirt slips from his shoulders. She looks up at him as she leans in, presses a kiss against his shoulder as her hands drop to his belt and start to open it.
"Is this okay?"