[They're something that is uniquely his. Kissing him is like kissing no other person, and for that she prizes it even more than she normally would.
A hand gropes at her chest - it takes a moment for her to realize it's not his. Still, she acquiesces, pulling back from the kiss in order to unbutton her suit jacket and toss it carelessly to the side. Then her blouse follows the same way, leaving her in her bra and skirt.
Dropping the protection of her EGO suit on the floor, because she doesn't need it.]
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A hand gropes at her chest - it takes a moment for her to realize it's not his. Still, she acquiesces, pulling back from the kiss in order to unbutton her suit jacket and toss it carelessly to the side. Then her blouse follows the same way, leaving her in her bra and skirt.
Dropping the protection of her EGO suit on the floor, because she doesn't need it.]