His taut stomach muscles were traced over as she leaned in to leave a brief kiss against the stitches. Rose whispered to him "Go ahead and lay down, the oil doesn't stain, and most of it soaked into your skin already." Though when she drew back, her lower lip was caught between her teeth and she worked her hands down Kurloz's body, into the skinny pants that he always seemed to wear, peeling them downwards. I suppose it's no surprise that I'm just the faintest bit nervous, her thoughts relayed, though she seemed calm as could be. She'd never bothered to look past the clinical for troll morphology. But that moment wasn't about he had between his legs so much as it was about the legs themselves. She hadn't stopped pushing the fabric away until his pants were fully removed, and once they were gone, Rose settled in to rub his calves then thighs, looking up into his eyes, through the bangs of her hair.