[she feels him against her skin again, leaving a fresh, warm trail counter to the tingling chill her orgasm left behind. still lovedrunk, she can only murmur and shift herself to accommodate the effort being done to get rid of her shirt at last. it's a bit of a graceless process, what with his play at her breasts staggering her. the last of the clothes flop off the bed, forgotten, and Lucina's hands return, seeking him, fingers getting lost in his hair.
she rolls her hips back up against him, relishing the fading echo of the work he'd done on her.
the pinching gets a bit sharp and makes her softly squeak, her fingers curling a bit tighter for a beat before relaxing.]
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[she feels him against her skin again, leaving a fresh, warm trail counter to the tingling chill her orgasm left behind. still lovedrunk, she can only murmur and shift herself to accommodate the effort being done to get rid of her shirt at last. it's a bit of a graceless process, what with his play at her breasts staggering her. the last of the clothes flop off the bed, forgotten, and Lucina's hands return, seeking him, fingers getting lost in his hair.
she rolls her hips back up against him, relishing the fading echo of the work he'd done on her.
the pinching gets a bit sharp and makes her softly squeak, her fingers curling a bit tighter for a beat before relaxing.]