There is a split second where he almost worries when she pulls away. Concerns which vanished immediately upon seeing what she was doing. He's certainly not going to disapprove of someone taking care of their clothes. He values tidiness as much as she apparently does. Though at this particular point his thoughts are elsewhere.
It takes a second for him to stop admiring her when she speaks.
"I needed the head start," he insists with a smile.
The shoes are quickly dealt with first, to tuck them neatly to one side. He can, at least kiss her while he takes off his shirt, half folds it and tosses it onto a nearby chair. His chest is one of dark, soft hair which trails down his stomach, interrupted by scars here and there, mostly of the mauling or biting variety. It's a miracle he managed to keep most of them in places easily hidden by his uniform.
All of this is forgotten by the warden who is far more concerned with pulling Midge close to kiss her, and to let his hands roam across her soft skin.
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It takes a second for him to stop admiring her when she speaks.
"I needed the head start," he insists with a smile.
The shoes are quickly dealt with first, to tuck them neatly to one side. He can, at least kiss her while he takes off his shirt, half folds it and tosses it onto a nearby chair. His chest is one of dark, soft hair which trails down his stomach, interrupted by scars here and there, mostly of the mauling or biting variety. It's a miracle he managed to keep most of them in places easily hidden by his uniform.
All of this is forgotten by the warden who is far more concerned with pulling Midge close to kiss her, and to let his hands roam across her soft skin.