He eases the door closed until clicks shut quietly. He's not accustomed to sneaking around but drawing as little attention to them and what they're doing makes the most sense. Though, honestly, with this location on the wheel, he's surprised they're alone.
He considers her question, expression unchanged.
"You're welcome to... 'help' if you wish. I should warn you, my anatomy differs somewhat from that of a human," He warns, "So if you do not wish to touch me, it would be understandable.
Would you prefer to begin with a kiss? Or would you prefer if we simply perform the required tasks?"
Honestly, he offers it, but he's uncertain how possible completing his own task will be without some kind of build up and mutual desire. So far, he's found it quite easy to 'get in the mood' as it were with ample touching and kissing.
She has certainly noticed his unusual eyes and ears. For the most part he is remarkably humanlike.
"I am certain that it is nothing I can't handle."
Her experience is limited but she has her pride. How unusual can he be? If anything she now finds herself more curious than she cares to let on.
"I imagine that this will ultimately be easier if we kiss, unless you find it easy to ejaculate on command." Again, not something she says without feeling heat in her cheeks but it doesn't stop her from marching onward. This may be a transaction but it's one that requires him to be in a certain state. Her hands hinge on his shoulders and she rises onto the balls of her feet, her breasts meeting his chest as she leans up and in. This close it isn't difficult to catch the mingled scents of citrus and lavender she favors when bathing and washing her hair. "Shall we?"
"Very good," He says with an appraising nod, believing her unquestioningly. She sounds completely confident after all.
"I'm glad you agree. And, no, no I assure you cannot," He chuckles softly. She leans in and pushes up, head tilted delicately toward him. Resting a hand on the small of her back to help her balance, he bows forward to meet her, letting his eyes drift shut as their lips meet.
He does inhale as they kiss, finding the hint of citrus especially pleasing. Neuvillette, in contrast, almost distinctly tastes and smells of nothing, like a crystal clear spring.
Parting his lips, he draws her closer, long, elegant fingers threading into her hair and cradling the back of her head as he deepens the kiss.
Good, she thinks. Then they are again on more or less the same page. This will be a simple matter.
Perhaps it's how unaccustomed to their surroundings he still seems -- not to mention smells as she nears, tastes as her lips part against his -- but that alone is an odd kind of thrill after weeks of being here. That and the fact that of the handful of people here she has kissed he is one of the few to immediately respond with his hands, strangely encouraging in her hair and at the back of her head, as though he'd like to keep her there against his lips. It makes this feel more personal, and while this exchange doesn't need to feel personal and may even, in her opinion, be easier if it doesn't... she likes the process better when it does.
She's learned how to kiss here, a skill unlikely to help her win a war: her lips are pliant against his, inviting, and she doesn't miss the opportunity to lick into his mouth. One hand can't resist rising from his shoulder to smooth against the side of his face, the pad of her thumb traced up his elegant cheekbone and then -- not without a measure of cheek-warming self-consciousness that he is hopefully far too close and absorbed in her to notice -- run carefully along the pointed shell of his ear.
He'd never kissed anyone before arriving here and he can't deny how absolutely wonderful it feels. He's yet to meet a 'bad' kisser and, at this point, isn't even aware that such a thing could exist. Being new to all of this, the best advice he'd received was to follow his instincts and it'd done well for him so far.
The hint of her tongue is like an open invitation to respond with his own, making a soft hum of a noise as he tilts his head slightly so their lips fit better together as he slips his tongue past her lips to roll against her own tongue. The kiss shifts, turning more heated and fueled with desire as her fingers trace over the point of his ear, groaning into the kiss as his slightly forked tongue runs against her's.
It's not subtle anymore, the way he draws her into the kiss, his fingers slipping into her hair, likely making a mess of it as his other hand rests on her lower back, drawing her closer.
Later she may need to redo her hair but in this heated moment she's pleased to be drawn closer, her fingers moving past his ear to weave into his own hair. There's something unusual about his tongue that she can't quite wrap her mind around without seeing it but it isn't unpleasant and for now the thought moves to the back of her mind.
She needs to break the kiss long enough to speak but she doesn't inch away from him, her lips brushing his as they move. "I will help you with your clothes."
All she really needs to do when the time comes is shimmy the skirt of her dress up her hips but he is a different story and she's ready to help him bare as much as he deems fit under these unusual circumstances. She kisses the dip of his chin and its underside, then his throat as her feet go flat on the floor again. What she intends to do is start with his shirt -- she does have a task to do -- but curiosity has one hand venturing lower in search of the waist of his trousers.
He hovers close, having to resist the urge to close the tiny distance she's created as her lips brush his when she speaks.
"Thank you," He murmurs in return, already slipping a hand away from her to loosen his cravat before shrugging out of his overcoat. Surely, he will not need to remove everything. His long spats are easily the most cumbersome to remove, but he sees no reason to do so.
His eyes flutter closed at the kisses to his chin and jaw, surprised by how good the delicate brushes of her lips feel against his skin. Slipping the cravat out of the way to join his overcoat on the ground, he undoes the top button of his shirt to give her more room as the collar of his shirt falls out of the way.
She'll find the double buttons of his trousers easily as he continues to deftly flick the buttons of his shirt open, shifting slightly to make it easier for her to unfasten them.
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He eases the door closed until clicks shut quietly. He's not accustomed to sneaking around but drawing as little attention to them and what they're doing makes the most sense. Though, honestly, with this location on the wheel, he's surprised they're alone.
He considers her question, expression unchanged.
"You're welcome to... 'help' if you wish. I should warn you, my anatomy differs somewhat from that of a human," He warns, "So if you do not wish to touch me, it would be understandable.
Would you prefer to begin with a kiss? Or would you prefer if we simply perform the required tasks?"
Honestly, he offers it, but he's uncertain how possible completing his own task will be without some kind of build up and mutual desire. So far, he's found it quite easy to 'get in the mood' as it were with ample touching and kissing.
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"I am certain that it is nothing I can't handle."
Her experience is limited but she has her pride. How unusual can he be? If anything she now finds herself more curious than she cares to let on.
"I imagine that this will ultimately be easier if we kiss, unless you find it easy to ejaculate on command." Again, not something she says without feeling heat in her cheeks but it doesn't stop her from marching onward. This may be a transaction but it's one that requires him to be in a certain state. Her hands hinge on his shoulders and she rises onto the balls of her feet, her breasts meeting his chest as she leans up and in. This close it isn't difficult to catch the mingled scents of citrus and lavender she favors when bathing and washing her hair. "Shall we?"
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"I'm glad you agree. And, no, no I assure you cannot," He chuckles softly. She leans in and pushes up, head tilted delicately toward him. Resting a hand on the small of her back to help her balance, he bows forward to meet her, letting his eyes drift shut as their lips meet.
He does inhale as they kiss, finding the hint of citrus especially pleasing. Neuvillette, in contrast, almost distinctly tastes and smells of nothing, like a crystal clear spring.
Parting his lips, he draws her closer, long, elegant fingers threading into her hair and cradling the back of her head as he deepens the kiss.
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Perhaps it's how unaccustomed to their surroundings he still seems -- not to mention smells as she nears, tastes as her lips part against his -- but that alone is an odd kind of thrill after weeks of being here. That and the fact that of the handful of people here she has kissed he is one of the few to immediately respond with his hands, strangely encouraging in her hair and at the back of her head, as though he'd like to keep her there against his lips. It makes this feel more personal, and while this exchange doesn't need to feel personal and may even, in her opinion, be easier if it doesn't... she likes the process better when it does.
She's learned how to kiss here, a skill unlikely to help her win a war: her lips are pliant against his, inviting, and she doesn't miss the opportunity to lick into his mouth. One hand can't resist rising from his shoulder to smooth against the side of his face, the pad of her thumb traced up his elegant cheekbone and then -- not without a measure of cheek-warming self-consciousness that he is hopefully far too close and absorbed in her to notice -- run carefully along the pointed shell of his ear.
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The hint of her tongue is like an open invitation to respond with his own, making a soft hum of a noise as he tilts his head slightly so their lips fit better together as he slips his tongue past her lips to roll against her own tongue. The kiss shifts, turning more heated and fueled with desire as her fingers trace over the point of his ear, groaning into the kiss as his slightly forked tongue runs against her's.
It's not subtle anymore, the way he draws her into the kiss, his fingers slipping into her hair, likely making a mess of it as his other hand rests on her lower back, drawing her closer.
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She needs to break the kiss long enough to speak but she doesn't inch away from him, her lips brushing his as they move. "I will help you with your clothes."
All she really needs to do when the time comes is shimmy the skirt of her dress up her hips but he is a different story and she's ready to help him bare as much as he deems fit under these unusual circumstances. She kisses the dip of his chin and its underside, then his throat as her feet go flat on the floor again. What she intends to do is start with his shirt -- she does have a task to do -- but curiosity has one hand venturing lower in search of the waist of his trousers.
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"Thank you," He murmurs in return, already slipping a hand away from her to loosen his cravat before shrugging out of his overcoat. Surely, he will not need to remove everything. His long spats are easily the most cumbersome to remove, but he sees no reason to do so.
His eyes flutter closed at the kisses to his chin and jaw, surprised by how good the delicate brushes of her lips feel against his skin. Slipping the cravat out of the way to join his overcoat on the ground, he undoes the top button of his shirt to give her more room as the collar of his shirt falls out of the way.
She'll find the double buttons of his trousers easily as he continues to deftly flick the buttons of his shirt open, shifting slightly to make it easier for her to unfasten them.