You're getting warmer, he observed with a soft chuckle, his fingertips skimming over her knee then back down the outside of her leg, slipping the hem of her skirt up to expose more of her leg. He turned in place and bent to press his lips to her kneecap then moved slowly down the inside of her leg. Every move Rose made and in return, everything he did was easy, gentle and subtle, drawing out every little reaction he wanted all the while sampling the warm, unfamiliar skin. Don't got much of a fuckin' smell though.