[He's not so curious that the signs of her reticence go unnoticed. Though it means that there's a story behind the tattoo—a someone more than a something, he wonders?—the way she subtly shifts her leg away, her fingers redirecting focus and sensation into his hair, is more than enough to shelve the conversation for now. If it’s a memory she ever wishes to share.
He hums in accedence, moving his hand away, sliding it up to rest on her hip. Instead, he turns his head to place a kiss on the opposite thigh, then rests his cheek against the warmth of her skin, just feeling her fingertips for now.]
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He hums in accedence, moving his hand away, sliding it up to rest on her hip. Instead, he turns his head to place a kiss on the opposite thigh, then rests his cheek against the warmth of her skin, just feeling her fingertips for now.]
Only the present, then. No memories for now.