Ninon does not and has not ever discriminated when it comes to what she finds attractive, gender can be included in that although she very much prefers the physicality of men. Benedict is more than handsome, he is a sight to behold in her opinion, one she has coveted for too long. And now that she has her chance, she will not waste one moment.
"Spying of course," she murmurs with a playful whisper, distracted momentarily from her touches as she speaks. "But I suppose I should say that a lady never tells." If he wants to take his time getting undressed, that's his prerogative, she, on the other hand, would take this time to push herself towards that delicious peak.
Her eyes fall shut as there is not much to see yet, focusing instead on how to better touch herself. She hums softly in slight frustration at the position, the friction is not enough. Her hand moves restlessly, alternating between thrusting her fingers inside of herself or stroking higher, putting him out of her mind (or rather thinking of what he might do to her later, to help arouse her further).
It truly is fascinating to watch her. Benedict finishes with his cravat and also deposits it somewhere off the side of the bed, all while staring at her fingers as she touches herself, making note of what she seems to prefer and just how firm her touches can be. Perhaps it is just as well that she offered to let him observe first: he would never have been so firm with his fingers had she put them on her without instruction, too afraid of hurting her by pressing too hard or rubbing the wrong way.
At least he always keeps his fingernails scrupulously neat. He very much would like to mimic what she's doing, and the thought of accidentally nicking her with an errant chip on his nail is horrifying to even contemplate.
His shirt is easy to remove, now that he has finished with his cravat and waistcoat, and he hauls it over his head quickly enough, dropping it off to the side like all the rest, leaving him bare from the waist up. Leaning over her once more, he nuzzles in to kiss her, wanting desperately to touch but not wanting to distract her from her end goal too much.
"Now that I know I have an audience during training, I will be sure to put on a better show for you," he promises, amused at the thought that she'd been watching him as he ran with the other recruits or sparred in the courtyard. Did she come back to her rooms and do this to herself afterwards, thinking about him? He hopes so.
"Not always," she breathes out distractedly, against his lips. Her eyes flutter open as she feels his body closer to hers, feels the heat of it and then the warm brush of his bare skin against her own. Her smile is distracted, his words having brought her out of her reverie for a moment.
And as if she could read his thoughts, "Sometimes I have to stop watching, to go to my rooms and do this." She draws in a sharp breath when she feels a spike of pleasure as she finally hits the right combination of touches, her body involuntarily arching upward in response. Her free hand moves to his arm, fingers curling around tightly, trying desperately not to move too much but riding towards that restless feeling you get when you're about to come, the one that begs you to stop and keep going at the same time.
"I can't believe you," he breathes, sounding awed and amused and very, very pleased. "Here I am, bettering myself for the benefit of the Spire, and you watch from the balconies thinking base thoughts about my body."
If she cared to look, if she wasn't quite so distracted by her own impending orgasm, she might notice just what that thought does to him, the effect watching her touch herself has wrought on his own body. His trousers, while snug on the worst of days, are indeed quite tight right now, especially at his groin, where his hard cock is straining against the material in a most distracting fashion. Benedict ignores it completely for the moment, still focused on her instead, and when she begs him to touch her, he happily obliges.
Careful to not get in the way of her hand as she works herself over, he places the hand he is not using to brace himself above her back on her body, trailing his fingers along her side until he can cup her breast as she had been doing, kneading her flesh gently for a moment before circling her nipple with his fingertips, tweaking the flesh as she had done before she grew too distracted.
"As you know, as of late, my hobbies are limited to what I can do in the manor," she murmurs, sounding more breathless than she means to, but amused by his teasing nonetheless. She feels no shame in admitting that to him, it is only right that he knows how much he stirs her. And she will tell him as many times and as often as it takes for him to truly believe it.
She will marvel at his cock later, to be sure. For now, she's a little more focused on her own body, on the way she's making herself feel. His touches are nice for a moment but with every passing second, she gets more and more worked up. And soon it is not enough.
Anxious to come, her voice is rough with need as heat threatens to come over her but stays frustratingly at bay. "More. Please. Your mouth. On my neck."
"Am I to be added to your list of hobbies, then?" he asks, not minding in the slightest if the answer is 'yes.' There are worse things he could be considered, he knows.
He bends further to oblige her, nosing briefly at the hinge of her jaw before sliding his lips over her neck, kissing her carefully, chaste as first as always and then slowly growing less and less so, his mouth hot and wet on her skin as he tastes her sweat beneath his tongue.
That is what she wants, his mouth hot and wet against her skin, to feel that sensation of heat. And that's all it takes to send her right over that edge, without even answering his question. Her fingers work at a furious rate right until she gasps out, her whole body shuddering, trembling, back bowing, which presses her chest into his.
Moaning low, for a moment, she cannot sense anything but a warm body above hers, his mouth hot at her neck and white-hot heat racing through her as she falls, falls, falls. It's an all-consuming moment before she falls back against the bed, practically panting.
Her hands move to clutch at his face, dragging his mouth to hers for a kiss even though she isn't even sure that she can breathe.
The scent of her his overwhelming, and Benedict can't help but pant, open-mouthed against her neck as her climax peaks, leaving her shuddering beneath him, her body pressing up against his and her shivers all but telegraphing from her body into his own. He can't help but press into her in response, bearing down against her and instinctively rocking his hips down towards her, her wrist between his groin and hers. It doesn't seem to bother him any, as he does it again, letting her tug his face up from her neck so she can kiss him breathlessly.
It takes a moment for her to wade through the fog that is the aftermath of her orgasm. But when she does, she feels his obvious arousal, even through layers of cloth. It's hard to miss with the way he's grinding it against her wrist. Humming softly, she decides that she very much approves of the idea of his cock being hard already, just by the fact he'd seen her naked, seen her come undone.
She deepens the kiss as best she can while still struggling to catch her breath. And when she finally pulls away from his mouth, her voice is a ragged whisper. "That, Benedict, is a woman's pleasure."
He hadn't meant to start grinding down against her, it had been instinct. And, like most instincts, it was rather difficult to stop once he started, and so despite the fact that he knows he should pull back and make some sort of quip as to why women don't do that all the time, forget getting anything useful done with their lives, Benedict finds himself instead continuing to suck in unsteady breaths through his open mouth, feeling drunk on the smell of her and the heat building in him, his hips jerking a handful more times before the urge that had been coiling at the base of his spine erupts through him, leaving him shuddering above her instead of the other way around.
After, once he realizes just what an ass he's made of himself, he moans, mortified.
"Oh god," he groans, rolling off her and landing on the bed beside her so he can cover his face with his hands as the situation demands, hiding the fiery red blush that has stained his cheeks and spilled down to his chest. This is a nightmare.
As she comes back to herself more and more, she starts to realize that Benedict is moving on top of her. And before she can stop him, before she can urge him to slow down or else he might... Well, he does. It's clear that he's come by the way his body moves, the way his breathing sounds. A shocked sort of laugh bubbles up inside of her and she easily stamps it down thanks to well-trained years of having to control one's behavior.
He rolls off of her before she can stop him and she realizes that her hand had been trapped between them all the while, her wrist feeling tweaked but that soreness would go away quickly. Well, this awkward but not wholly unexpected. He's never been with a woman and she wonders if he's ever even been close to one before...
It's his groaned word that pulls her out of her amusement, realizing that this is probably absolutely embarrassing for him. Rolling onto her side, she reaches out to pull his hands from his face. "And that is a man's pleasure, it seems," she says lightly, trying to lean in to kiss his jaw. "It's alright, darling. Truly."
He resists when she tries to pull his hand down from his face, not wanting to face the undoubtedly amused expression she wears. Objectively, he can understand why it's funny. It doesn't seem funny to him, though, it's just...horrifying.
"No, shut up," he protests, grinding the heels of his palms harder into his eyes like maybe he can just press himself through the mattress and disappear. "Just let me die in peace. This is mortifying."
At least he confessed his virginity to her before this all started. He can't imagine how much worse he would feel right now if he had blundered along, pretending to know what he was doing, only to be betrayed by his body in such a terrible manner before things even got going. If that had been the case, he might well have just fled from the room completely.
She wouldn't dare laugh at him even if she finds this terribly amusing and quite, well, flattering in its own way. When he resists her, she moves to sit up, pulling at his wrists with both hands so he will look at her, a gentle smile on her face.
"Oh no, you don't. I am not nearly finished with you yet." She tugs at his wrists again. "I've heard this happens to many men. And I take it as the highest form of flattery." Granted, she imagines he might have come like that even if she was the most unseemly looking woman in the world, he wasn't even looking at her and she was warm and naked and coming herself.
"And you forget, it isn't as though we can't try again in a few minutes. Unless you mean to be a terrible tease and leave me here unfulfilled."
Finally, mostly because he can't think of any other way out of this situation, he lets Ninon pull his hands away from his face, though it takes him a moment before he can muster up enough courage to actually look at her.
"I'm sorry," he says eventually, shrugging his shoulders up high and still bright red in the face. "I..." he trails off, not having anything else to say to that, and in the end just winds up pressing his lips tightly together, rolling them between his teeth and fighting the urge to shift uncomfortably.
Well this evening took a turn she had not hoped for nor anticipated. He was taking this hard, as to be expected. Most, if not all men would feel the same sense of embarrassment but she thinks that Benedict takes failure harder than most. When he finally looks at her and apologies, she tuts at him and leans over to kiss him, despite the positioning of his lips.
"You have not a thing to apologize for." She smooths a hand lazily over his chest, finally able to touch it for herself after weeks of only feeling his chest through his various clothing. "You might be more comfortable if you undress, I feel as though we are quite unequal at the moment."
"This is appalling," he complains, though he sounds a little bit less like he's about to throw himself off the edge of the Spire.
It helps that she's kissing him, and rubbing her hand over the planes of his chest. It's a little more reassuring than he'd like to admit; Benedict, probably due to his warriorborn genes, very much likes being petted. It's incredibly soothing, to have such a repetitive touch applied to him, and whether it's her running her fingers through his hair, or stroking her hand over his chest, it does calm him down rather quickly.
Sighing, he shifts his legs and toes out of his boots, kicking them off the end of her bed, before reaching for the waistband of his trousers.
He grimaces as he unfastens them and starts to push them down his hips; apparently the embarrassment of a premature orgasm has washed aside whatever other embarrassment he might have felt at displaying his naked body in front of an interested party, as he kicks the trousers off too once they get down far enough, flopping dramatically back onto her mattress with another put-upon sigh.
For a moment, he reminds her a little of her brother when they were younger. Only in that petulant, pouting sort of way. Although that's where the comparison stops, considering he's getting naked, huffing about it the whole time. She tried to reassure him that it's nothing to fret about and yet, he's taking it quite to heart.
Reminding herself that he is young and his pride is currently wounded, she lets him do what he must to get undressed before he falls back against the bed. She remains sitting up, although she moves to prop herself up against the headboard, eyebrows lifted.
In her, perhaps more hedonistic, mind, pleasure is pleasure, not matter however embarrassing it was. If anyone should be displeased, it should be her and for now, the only thing that is putting her off is his reaction to what just happened. "Was it so horrible?"
Ninon moves to sit beside him, leaning back against the ornate headboard of her bed, seemingly unimpressed with his dramatics. While he can sympathize with her position, he still feels like he is fully validated in all his moaning and carrying on, but now that the initial surge of utter mortification has abated somewhat, he forces himself to think more rationally about this whole thing and pushes aside the urge to curl up and hide and instead rolls onto his side so that he can put his hand on her thigh and look up at her.
"Yes, but..." But not for the reason she apparently thinks. He reaches for her hand and lifts it to his lips to kiss her fingers, somehow shocked that he can smell her on them even though he had watched her touch herself with them not five minutes ago. Even though he has just orgasmed, the smell of her so close has a little frisson of want curling through him. Perhaps she was right about it only taking a few minutes before they can try again.
"You were magnificent. It is I who was the disappointment."
He is free to feel what he needs to feel but she does not think so badly of what has happened. It is not as though it puts an end to their night. He is young and undoubtedly virile, she suspects that his warriorborn side will it make it possible for his body to bounce back rather quickly.
It is something to be laughed about later, to be sure. But not the end of the world.
He seems to come to his senses, somewhat, turning to look at her. His touch is hot against already warmed, flushed skin and she shivers slightly because of it as he explains what he means. She rolls her eyes good-naturedly at such a statement, her hand reaching out to comb through his hair. "You are not a disappointment, Benedict. There are so many ways to be together, to feel good. We both found our pleasure together, in each other's company. I do not see that as a failure. I am sorry that you do."
Her fingers in his hair produce the expected result: Benedict's eyelids drift down for a moment, a small pleased smile curling his lips, and he leans into the touch. Just like a Cat, it seems.
Shifting a little closer, he bends his head and kisses the edge of her rib cage, smiling against her skin and resisting the urge to pull her hand closer again so he can lick her fingers. She would probably find that strange, and he's been strange enough for one night.
"It seems there is much you have to teach me," he teases.
Perhaps she would not find it as strange as he might think. But for now, she cannot read his mind and she simply grins at him when he says she can teach him so much. "Oh, I will teach you many things." She gives his head a gentle tug by the hair, trying to coax him up higher. "Come here."
"I look forward to it," he murmurs, shifting to get an arm beneath himself so he can do as she urges and crawl a little closer, presumably so she can kiss him. Benedict is not going to complain, he quite enjoys kissing.
Except that the moment their mouths are even, she makes a move to flip their positions, wanting him to be sitting up against the headboard with her perched in his lap. If he complies, she'll settle there, pressing their bodies warmly together. "There, much better."
Biddable as always, Benedict lets himself be shoved back so that he is the one leaning against her head board instead of she, allowing her plenty of room to swing a leg over his lap so that she can perch on his thighs, pinning him down to the bed with her weight.
It would be a lie to say the move exactly surprised him, as he could feel her muscles bunching beneath her skin as she prepared to shift their positions, but he probably wouldn't have thought of it himself, so when he settles and she is sitting in his lap, he lets out a little huff of breath that could be a laugh if one was feeling charitable.
Settling his hands on her hips, and then spreading his fingers wide and sliding his hands up and around her back, touching as much of her at once as he can, he grins at her, for a moment forgetting about his teeth.
"I confess, this was not what I pictured when I considered how tonight would end," he says.
Settling in his lap like she belongs there, she smirks at him when he lets his hands roam over her skin. This is what she wants, she wants him to be comfortable and happy, to touch her without reservation.
And when he grins at her, she feels her heart skip a beat, a flutter in her stomach and it takes all her willpower not to lean forward and steal a kiss. "What is it that you pictured?" As in, how should have his night ended?
In all honesty, she mostly knew the answer but she finds that she likes to hear him speak about anything and everything. And this gives her a chance to run her fingers along his chest, to feel him.
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Date: 2018-12-13 12:32 am (UTC)"Spying of course," she murmurs with a playful whisper, distracted momentarily from her touches as she speaks. "But I suppose I should say that a lady never tells." If he wants to take his time getting undressed, that's his prerogative, she, on the other hand, would take this time to push herself towards that delicious peak.
Her eyes fall shut as there is not much to see yet, focusing instead on how to better touch herself. She hums softly in slight frustration at the position, the friction is not enough. Her hand moves restlessly, alternating between thrusting her fingers inside of herself or stroking higher, putting him out of her mind (or rather thinking of what he might do to her later, to help arouse her further).
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Date: 2018-12-13 12:40 am (UTC)At least he always keeps his fingernails scrupulously neat. He very much would like to mimic what she's doing, and the thought of accidentally nicking her with an errant chip on his nail is horrifying to even contemplate.
His shirt is easy to remove, now that he has finished with his cravat and waistcoat, and he hauls it over his head quickly enough, dropping it off to the side like all the rest, leaving him bare from the waist up. Leaning over her once more, he nuzzles in to kiss her, wanting desperately to touch but not wanting to distract her from her end goal too much.
"Now that I know I have an audience during training, I will be sure to put on a better show for you," he promises, amused at the thought that she'd been watching him as he ran with the other recruits or sparred in the courtyard. Did she come back to her rooms and do this to herself afterwards, thinking about him? He hopes so.
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Date: 2018-12-13 12:45 am (UTC)And as if she could read his thoughts, "Sometimes I have to stop watching, to go to my rooms and do this." She draws in a sharp breath when she feels a spike of pleasure as she finally hits the right combination of touches, her body involuntarily arching upward in response. Her free hand moves to his arm, fingers curling around tightly, trying desperately not to move too much but riding towards that restless feeling you get when you're about to come, the one that begs you to stop and keep going at the same time.
"Touch me. Please."
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Date: 2018-12-13 12:52 am (UTC)If she cared to look, if she wasn't quite so distracted by her own impending orgasm, she might notice just what that thought does to him, the effect watching her touch herself has wrought on his own body. His trousers, while snug on the worst of days, are indeed quite tight right now, especially at his groin, where his hard cock is straining against the material in a most distracting fashion. Benedict ignores it completely for the moment, still focused on her instead, and when she begs him to touch her, he happily obliges.
Careful to not get in the way of her hand as she works herself over, he places the hand he is not using to brace himself above her back on her body, trailing his fingers along her side until he can cup her breast as she had been doing, kneading her flesh gently for a moment before circling her nipple with his fingertips, tweaking the flesh as she had done before she grew too distracted.
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Date: 2018-12-13 01:12 am (UTC)She will marvel at his cock later, to be sure. For now, she's a little more focused on her own body, on the way she's making herself feel. His touches are nice for a moment but with every passing second, she gets more and more worked up. And soon it is not enough.
Anxious to come, her voice is rough with need as heat threatens to come over her but stays frustratingly at bay. "More. Please. Your mouth. On my neck."
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Date: 2018-12-13 01:24 am (UTC)He bends further to oblige her, nosing briefly at the hinge of her jaw before sliding his lips over her neck, kissing her carefully, chaste as first as always and then slowly growing less and less so, his mouth hot and wet on her skin as he tastes her sweat beneath his tongue.
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Date: 2018-12-13 01:33 am (UTC)Moaning low, for a moment, she cannot sense anything but a warm body above hers, his mouth hot at her neck and white-hot heat racing through her as she falls, falls, falls. It's an all-consuming moment before she falls back against the bed, practically panting.
Her hands move to clutch at his face, dragging his mouth to hers for a kiss even though she isn't even sure that she can breathe.
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Date: 2018-12-13 01:48 am (UTC)She deepens the kiss as best she can while still struggling to catch her breath. And when she finally pulls away from his mouth, her voice is a ragged whisper. "That, Benedict, is a woman's pleasure."
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Date: 2018-12-13 02:09 am (UTC)After, once he realizes just what an ass he's made of himself, he moans, mortified.
"Oh god," he groans, rolling off her and landing on the bed beside her so he can cover his face with his hands as the situation demands, hiding the fiery red blush that has stained his cheeks and spilled down to his chest. This is a nightmare.
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Date: 2018-12-13 02:17 am (UTC)He rolls off of her before she can stop him and she realizes that her hand had been trapped between them all the while, her wrist feeling tweaked but that soreness would go away quickly. Well, this awkward but not wholly unexpected. He's never been with a woman and she wonders if he's ever even been close to one before...
It's his groaned word that pulls her out of her amusement, realizing that this is probably absolutely embarrassing for him. Rolling onto her side, she reaches out to pull his hands from his face. "And that is a man's pleasure, it seems," she says lightly, trying to lean in to kiss his jaw. "It's alright, darling. Truly."
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Date: 2018-12-13 02:22 am (UTC)"No, shut up," he protests, grinding the heels of his palms harder into his eyes like maybe he can just press himself through the mattress and disappear. "Just let me die in peace. This is mortifying."
At least he confessed his virginity to her before this all started. He can't imagine how much worse he would feel right now if he had blundered along, pretending to know what he was doing, only to be betrayed by his body in such a terrible manner before things even got going. If that had been the case, he might well have just fled from the room completely.
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Date: 2018-12-13 02:29 am (UTC)"Oh no, you don't. I am not nearly finished with you yet." She tugs at his wrists again. "I've heard this happens to many men. And I take it as the highest form of flattery." Granted, she imagines he might have come like that even if she was the most unseemly looking woman in the world, he wasn't even looking at her and she was warm and naked and coming herself.
"And you forget, it isn't as though we can't try again in a few minutes. Unless you mean to be a terrible tease and leave me here unfulfilled."
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Date: 2018-12-13 02:34 am (UTC)"I'm sorry," he says eventually, shrugging his shoulders up high and still bright red in the face. "I..." he trails off, not having anything else to say to that, and in the end just winds up pressing his lips tightly together, rolling them between his teeth and fighting the urge to shift uncomfortably.
He's very sticky.
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Date: 2018-12-13 02:39 am (UTC)"You have not a thing to apologize for." She smooths a hand lazily over his chest, finally able to touch it for herself after weeks of only feeling his chest through his various clothing. "You might be more comfortable if you undress, I feel as though we are quite unequal at the moment."
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Date: 2018-12-13 02:45 am (UTC)It helps that she's kissing him, and rubbing her hand over the planes of his chest. It's a little more reassuring than he'd like to admit; Benedict, probably due to his warriorborn genes, very much likes being petted. It's incredibly soothing, to have such a repetitive touch applied to him, and whether it's her running her fingers through his hair, or stroking her hand over his chest, it does calm him down rather quickly.
Sighing, he shifts his legs and toes out of his boots, kicking them off the end of her bed, before reaching for the waistband of his trousers.
He grimaces as he unfastens them and starts to push them down his hips; apparently the embarrassment of a premature orgasm has washed aside whatever other embarrassment he might have felt at displaying his naked body in front of an interested party, as he kicks the trousers off too once they get down far enough, flopping dramatically back onto her mattress with another put-upon sigh.
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Date: 2018-12-13 02:56 am (UTC)Reminding herself that he is young and his pride is currently wounded, she lets him do what he must to get undressed before he falls back against the bed. She remains sitting up, although she moves to prop herself up against the headboard, eyebrows lifted.
In her, perhaps more hedonistic, mind, pleasure is pleasure, not matter however embarrassing it was. If anyone should be displeased, it should be her and for now, the only thing that is putting her off is his reaction to what just happened. "Was it so horrible?"
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Date: 2018-12-13 03:04 am (UTC)"Yes, but..." But not for the reason she apparently thinks. He reaches for her hand and lifts it to his lips to kiss her fingers, somehow shocked that he can smell her on them even though he had watched her touch herself with them not five minutes ago. Even though he has just orgasmed, the smell of her so close has a little frisson of want curling through him. Perhaps she was right about it only taking a few minutes before they can try again.
"You were magnificent. It is I who was the disappointment."
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Date: 2018-12-13 03:11 am (UTC)It is something to be laughed about later, to be sure. But not the end of the world.
He seems to come to his senses, somewhat, turning to look at her. His touch is hot against already warmed, flushed skin and she shivers slightly because of it as he explains what he means. She rolls her eyes good-naturedly at such a statement, her hand reaching out to comb through his hair. "You are not a disappointment, Benedict. There are so many ways to be together, to feel good. We both found our pleasure together, in each other's company. I do not see that as a failure. I am sorry that you do."
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Date: 2018-12-13 03:17 am (UTC)Shifting a little closer, he bends his head and kisses the edge of her rib cage, smiling against her skin and resisting the urge to pull her hand closer again so he can lick her fingers. She would probably find that strange, and he's been strange enough for one night.
"It seems there is much you have to teach me," he teases.
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Date: 2018-12-13 09:55 am (UTC)It would be a lie to say the move exactly surprised him, as he could feel her muscles bunching beneath her skin as she prepared to shift their positions, but he probably wouldn't have thought of it himself, so when he settles and she is sitting in his lap, he lets out a little huff of breath that could be a laugh if one was feeling charitable.
Settling his hands on her hips, and then spreading his fingers wide and sliding his hands up and around her back, touching as much of her at once as he can, he grins at her, for a moment forgetting about his teeth.
"I confess, this was not what I pictured when I considered how tonight would end," he says.
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Date: 2018-12-13 03:25 pm (UTC)And when he grins at her, she feels her heart skip a beat, a flutter in her stomach and it takes all her willpower not to lean forward and steal a kiss. "What is it that you pictured?" As in, how should have his night ended?
In all honesty, she mostly knew the answer but she finds that she likes to hear him speak about anything and everything. And this gives her a chance to run her fingers along his chest, to feel him.
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