[ He wants slow - taking his time. She can do that, might even be a relief. To draw this out. It's not something she ever considered but now that she - is, she takes a breath. Shifting her weight that little forward. Turning to face him properly. Not that she moves to put herself in his lap so immediately, but just to take him in. To smile just for the thought that she can without worry now. Amazed he'd never - noticed her looking over him so, too many times. Well, he could see now. As her gaze lifts to him.
Doesn't say anything else really. Lets herself respond, instead, taking a deep breath where she feels that shiver under her skin for where his hand settles so carefully. He doesn't have to be careful with her, not like that, most wouldn't. But she's here because he's not most, not most and that little touch is enough to make her swallow. Lays fingers over his, her back pressing up ever so slightly to let him hook against that curve, sure that he has her there. Yes, she wants him to touch her, as often and as much as he likes. A barely perceptible sigh for it. Felt good, to be held, war had left her to be carved open, left her empty. A whole burning city that lived inside of her. A thousand empty rooms of a palace that did nothing but echo, anymore.
She takes another breath, steeling herself. Just her fingers and nothing else, the edge of nails, that trace up his arm by the line of her fingertips, a waved motion that follows lifelines on his skin. One finger by his wrist, two by his elbow. Not direct, playing against the soft dip of skin that wasn't so warn, still that little sensitive, as she leans with the rest of herself. Up and up and up until she's a hair breadth away from him, still looking at him until she can't, until she's looking at his mouth, the set of his lips and she presses her own to him. Her whole palm coming to set flat to his chest and - kissing him, takes a sharp breath out of herself, to do so once, and then again. Not half so declarative, just to do it at all, to smile, and kiss him again. To enjoy it and not have to think about anything else as she moves into him as she nips lightly with her teeth and lets out a warm breath of something like laughter, something like eagerness, giddiness. Something like contentment. ]
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Doesn't say anything else really. Lets herself respond, instead, taking a deep breath where she feels that shiver under her skin for where his hand settles so carefully. He doesn't have to be careful with her, not like that, most wouldn't. But she's here because he's not most, not most and that little touch is enough to make her swallow. Lays fingers over his, her back pressing up ever so slightly to let him hook against that curve, sure that he has her there. Yes, she wants him to touch her, as often and as much as he likes. A barely perceptible sigh for it. Felt good, to be held, war had left her to be carved open, left her empty. A whole burning city that lived inside of her. A thousand empty rooms of a palace that did nothing but echo, anymore.
She takes another breath, steeling herself. Just her fingers and nothing else, the edge of nails, that trace up his arm by the line of her fingertips, a waved motion that follows lifelines on his skin. One finger by his wrist, two by his elbow. Not direct, playing against the soft dip of skin that wasn't so warn, still that little sensitive, as she leans with the rest of herself. Up and up and up until she's a hair breadth away from him, still looking at him until she can't, until she's looking at his mouth, the set of his lips and she presses her own to him. Her whole palm coming to set flat to his chest and - kissing him, takes a sharp breath out of herself, to do so once, and then again. Not half so declarative, just to do it at all, to smile, and kiss him again. To enjoy it and not have to think about anything else as she moves into him as she nips lightly with her teeth and lets out a warm breath of something like laughter, something like eagerness, giddiness. Something like contentment. ]