Wh-oh! [she startles before she figures out what he's up to, stifling any nervous laughter by pressing her mouth shut, hanging on and startling again at the kick. h-he didn't need to kick it -- it was already open...! gods!
oh, hell. it's probably karma for what she did to his doors...
she holds her latest breath as she finds herself being settled down, her eyes fluttering closed as he returns to her with that kiss -- something familiar and comfortable at the threshold of all of this.
the press of him atop her is alarming in ways, makes her think of all the counters she'd have at her disposal were this a spar, but...that'd mean wanting him off. no-- there's a warmth he stokes in her is something she'd rather keep, and his hands only seem made to make it grow.
but...what does she do, besides succumb to the slightest of touches? is it stupid to ask? or does she simply...guess? he'd said before there wasn't anything she could do he'd despise, but that sounded more like puffery than actual useful insight.
gods, if there's protocol, he probably doesn't know it, considering him. it's why, even as she's letting out a shuddering, whimpering breath against his mouth, she glides her fingers up his shoulders to his neck, pleased for any of the reaction she can elicit in turn.
no subject
oh, hell. it's probably karma for what she did to his doors...
she holds her latest breath as she finds herself being settled down, her eyes fluttering closed as he returns to her with that kiss -- something familiar and comfortable at the threshold of all of this.
the press of him atop her is alarming in ways, makes her think of all the counters she'd have at her disposal were this a spar, but...that'd mean wanting him off. no-- there's a warmth he stokes in her is something she'd rather keep, and his hands only seem made to make it grow.
but...what does she do, besides succumb to the slightest of touches? is it stupid to ask? or does she simply...guess? he'd said before there wasn't anything she could do he'd despise, but that sounded more like puffery than actual useful insight.
gods, if there's protocol, he probably doesn't know it, considering him. it's why, even as she's letting out a shuddering, whimpering breath against his mouth, she glides her fingers up his shoulders to his neck, pleased for any of the reaction she can elicit in turn.
it's only fair!
...sort of.]