[Lips, only just barely brushing his she pulls back, reluctant to leave the warmth and heat of his body. The arousal, thick in the air so tempting as it flows between them. The rewards of patience and waiting, however, she feels possibly more rewarding.
I want to see and feel Zero, when he's beneath my own influence.
Hear him, know that by her own actions he can be driven to the brink of pleasure and then some.
Those thoughts once more redden her cheeks, but she proceeds despite any shy embarrassment. Then, Zero...
Slowly her fingers lift to the narrow straps of her yellow gown, fiddling with the thin band for a moment, before carrying on. It falls, almost too easily over the slight frame of her small body. Over the shoulders, the dress crumples to the floor to pool at her feet around the ankles.]
Well then, Zero. You can open your eyes.
[The thin, near sheer material of the lingerie beneath is all that covers her from being fully exposed, hinting at what lies behind the silky fabric. Licking her lips, she looks up at him from beneath her mahogany mane of hair, brown eyes heated and intent. Her gaze locks on his, a fiery glance as lips softly part to speak.]
I want to try something different, tonight, Zero... but [Voice a whisper, she takes a step closer, fingers reaching out to trail up the toned muscles of his chest, nails scraping gently the delicate skin.] you have to follow the rules, first.
However, he hears her subtle gestures, the soft flutter of her dress, and the thick and steady beat of her heart; he smells the rush of her pulse as it increases, how it rises to flood upon her cheeks, and practically tastes the warmth of her skin upon his tongue. Vision obstructed, even mildly so, the rest make up for it all.
...Yet, as he gazes upon her once more, it's a surprise all the same.
Startling in the way he doesn't say a word for the first few moments. How, for a fraction of that time, his breath stills, body heated even by that look of hers, alone, and all of her intentions that radiate from it. A sweetly demanding, electrifying touch. Even in the murmur of surprise, there's an all too present and obvious spark within the way pale eyes slowly take in every inch of her, tracing each soft and gentle curve as if storing her to memory for the very first time, before settling within hers. ]
Rules, Yuuki? Is that tonight's theme?
[He leans forward bit on instinct and out of desire, tone warm and soft. Tempted yet teasing. A hand lifts to hers, fingertips a feather-light caress upon her wrist and forearm, even as he attempts to resist tugging her near, to taste her.]
[Lips, only just barely brushing his she pulls back, reluctant to leave the warmth and heat of his body. The arousal, thick in the air so tempting as it flows between them. The rewards of patience and waiting, however, she feels possibly more rewarding.
I want to see and feel Zero, when he's beneath my own influence.
Hear him, know that by her own actions he can be driven to the brink of pleasure and then some.
Those thoughts once more redden her cheeks, but she proceeds despite any shy embarrassment. Then, Zero...
Slowly her fingers lift to the narrow straps of her yellow gown, fiddling with the thin band for a moment, before carrying on. It falls, almost too easily over the slight frame of her small body. Over the shoulders, the dress crumples to the floor to pool at her feet around the ankles.]
Well then, Zero. You can open your eyes.
[The thin, near sheer material of the lingerie beneath is all that covers her from being fully exposed, hinting at what lies behind the silky fabric. Licking her lips, she looks up at him from beneath her mahogany mane of hair, brown eyes heated and intent. Her gaze locks on his, a fiery glance as lips softly part to speak.]
I want to try something different, tonight, Zero... but [Voice a whisper, she takes a step closer, fingers reaching out to trail up the toned muscles of his chest, nails scraping gently the delicate skin.] you have to follow the rules, first.
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However, he hears her subtle gestures, the soft flutter of her dress, and the thick and steady beat of her heart; he smells the rush of her pulse as it increases, how it rises to flood upon her cheeks, and practically tastes the warmth of her skin upon his tongue. Vision obstructed, even mildly so, the rest make up for it all.
...Yet, as he gazes upon her once more, it's a surprise all the same.
Startling in the way he doesn't say a word for the first few moments. How, for a fraction of that time, his breath stills, body heated even by that look of hers, alone, and all of her intentions that radiate from it. A sweetly demanding, electrifying touch. Even in the murmur of surprise, there's an all too present and obvious spark within the way pale eyes slowly take in every inch of her, tracing each soft and gentle curve as if storing her to memory for the very first time, before settling within hers. ]
Rules, Yuuki? Is that tonight's theme?
[He leans forward bit on instinct and out of desire, tone warm and soft. Tempted yet teasing. A hand lifts to hers, fingertips a feather-light caress upon her wrist and forearm, even as he attempts to resist tugging her near, to taste her.]
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