The word isn't familiar, but it's not the thing on the forefront of his mind as he pushes the flightsuit down her sides, fingertips gliding over her ribs to assist the bright orange fabric on it's way down.
"And," he presses his lips against her neck. "You look better in things that are not orange."
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The word isn't familiar, but it's not the thing on the forefront of his mind as he pushes the flightsuit down her sides, fingertips gliding over her ribs to assist the bright orange fabric on it's way down.
"And," he presses his lips against her neck. "You look better in things that are not orange."