[ His praise is so craved, so intensely, it runs down her spine like hot oil, coating her senses. The whimper fills the space as she grips her fingers to his shoulder blades, not trusting her voice then. So curious and eager to find out all those dips and ridges, if he liked to be touched on those strange markings she can feel as she lingers. ]
O-of course.
[ Laying back flat below him so she can reach up, there is a care and reverence to even that. Her cheeks burning that somehow some one is going to snatch her hands away from something so wonderful she surely cannot deserve. Each button carefully undone, but quickly. Then hasty hands that are so eager to run all over him in the guise off pushing the shirt off his body, aiding his however needed to work in eager tandem. ]
You are so handsome - [ She sighs, struck by it not for the first time. ] - like paintings, like stories.
( her fingers clutch at his shoulders, and he leans in, capturing her mouth, tasting that soft whisper of wine still on her lips. a hand brushes over the curve of her cheek, tracing over the delicate line of her jaw, before tangling in the soft strands of her hair.
he allows himself to savor this in a way he hadn't before, when they'd been pinned under the gaze of ianthe tridentarius. this is their moment, a brief escape from all constraints and expectations. )
[ It felt so wonderful to be trapped under his broader form, and be able to truly appreciate it this time. The curved muscles that flex below his skin, the warm breath that trickles down her throat, and she rises into it. Soft drags and pulls of her hips lifting into him that are rhythmic encouragement for more, always more.
Useful too, all that squirming, her shift begins to work loose, dragging down her shoulders little by little, but caught where their bodies press together. The long skirts pooling at the top of her thighs as she lifts her knees to bracket him into her. Exposing bare brushes of skin at the edges to brush against his and tingle all the way through. ]
( he meets her movement, pressing his body closer to hers, deepening the contact between them. without breaking the kiss, he trails a hand down to her leg, sliding it along her thigh and using the leverage to lift it further. the fabric of her shift bunches around her hips, the delicate material caught between their bodies.
his other hand moves to her waist, fingers splaying across her lower back to support her and keep her close. )
[ It makes her gasp, her eyes fluttering closed, her hands on his back fisting up tightly with the contact. Grasping and pulling, fitfully, as she realises there is too much between them. She wants to touch him, everywhere, and all over, fighting against the urge to have him keep touching her. Her thighs parting readily, a whine and a buck against his hand that makes her pull on his shirt up, wanting to get her hand underneath. ]
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O-of course.
[ Laying back flat below him so she can reach up, there is a care and reverence to even that. Her cheeks burning that somehow some one is going to snatch her hands away from something so wonderful she surely cannot deserve. Each button carefully undone, but quickly. Then hasty hands that are so eager to run all over him in the guise off pushing the shirt off his body, aiding his however needed to work in eager tandem. ]
You are so handsome - [ She sighs, struck by it not for the first time. ] - like paintings, like stories.
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he allows himself to savor this in a way he hadn't before, when they'd been pinned under the gaze of ianthe tridentarius. this is their moment, a brief escape from all constraints and expectations. )
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Useful too, all that squirming, her shift begins to work loose, dragging down her shoulders little by little, but caught where their bodies press together. The long skirts pooling at the top of her thighs as she lifts her knees to bracket him into her. Exposing bare brushes of skin at the edges to brush against his and tingle all the way through. ]
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his other hand moves to her waist, fingers splaying across her lower back to support her and keep her close. )
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