Are they? I would very much like to have a proper discussion about this with you sometime. Perhaps over tea.
[Sometime when he can actually focus on what she's saying. These are good things to know and understand and no one has really spoken so openly about this topic with him before.
Her hips rock toward his touch. What he sees as eagerness emboldens him. He slips his hand further, long fingers easily sliding under her panties. He inquisitively runs his fingers over her, exploring, curious to feel how slick she is.
He tilts his head back with a soft exhale as her lips brush his neck.] I've received some compliments on my hair but I think most find my eyes unnerving... thank you though. Your eyes are quite beautiful as well. They remind me of the sea. [He tilts his head to catch her lips, trying to entice her into a kiss.]
[Her smile shows in the sound of her voice and she giggles softly, nuzzling into the pale column of his throat. Aerith hadn't been exaggerating when she'd called him pretty, as even though she'd known many gorgeous people, his handsome face and strange eyes were lovely in a way she couldn't really describe. Slivery blue hair slips through her fingers as she combs his hair back from his face, stroking his cheek with the back of her fingers as she kissed a path up his throat to his jaw.
Just in time for a shudder to lock her in place as she moaned, her hips rocking towards his hand. Aerith would have been embarrassed to admit her panties were already wet, her folds slick enough that it would have been easy to slip his fingers inside. When she speaks again her words sound more than a little breathless, her smile turning lopsided.]
I don't know why! It's not like you're scary, just a little different is all. But thank you, I always liked the green color...
[She was already leaning in to meet him, cradling the back of his head in her hand as her eyes fell shut, pressing her lips to his with an almost innocent sort of gentleness. Like a young lady attempting to kiss a sleeping prince to break a curse rather than someone intending to press the advantage of their current situation.]
[She rocks her hips forward causing his fingers to easily slip into her, though he opts to explore her folds before truly slipping his fingers into her. Biologically, he understands how human copulation should work, so he aims to mimic penetration, assuming it must feel pleasurable. It's somewhat obvious that he's new to this and trying to discover what movements she responds favorably to.]
I'm glad you don't think so. [He sighs the words, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on responding appropriately.
He doesn't need to though when their lips meet. He returns the gentle kiss, content with the soft warmth behind it. His curiosity gets the better of him though, parting his lips to slip his tongue tentatively against her lips, wanting to taste her.]
[Even with the uncertainty in his touch, his fingers do feel good, and Aerith was more than content to let him explore at his own pace. It wasn't as if she was in any particular rush outside of wanting to get loose of the ropes, after all. Though the ropes in question bound her so tightly that they groaned whenever her hips twitched toward his fingers when they brushed past her clit. Honestly it was more of a tease like this, unable to do much more than let him do as he pleased.
True, she had one hand free, but where would be the fun in just shoving his hand where it felt best when she could let him discover it himself?
Better yet was rewarding his curiosity, practically purring as his fingers skirted her entrance only for him to pull a soft gasp from her when they did sink in. The hand in his hair gripped the nape of his neck tighter than she'd meant to in that instant, and though her grip was still nowhere as tight as any warrior's could be, she still gentled her hold on him as soon as she could, her murmured apology muffled by the kiss.
One that she more than happily let him deepen, her lips parting for him easily.]
[For all his inexperience, Neuvillette is incredibly attentive and a quick learner, seeming to pick up and lean into every little gasp, every tremble that runs up her thighs. He quickly seems to hone in on what she likes.
He begins a rhythm to thrust two long fingers into her, keeping his palm pressed close so she can still grind against him. His own hand, however, isn't providing enough resistance for himself. The angle isn't right and his rocking hips are meeting nothing.
He groans into the kiss, drawing her closer. Finding the firmer hold on his hair strangely enjoyable. Why something like having his hair pulled should feel good is a little confusing but wrapped up in the moment, he doesn't have time to question it. Instead, he just pushes hungrily into the kiss.]
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Date: 30 Dec 2023 06:11 am (UTC)[Sometime when he can actually focus on what she's saying. These are good things to know and understand and no one has really spoken so openly about this topic with him before.
Her hips rock toward his touch. What he sees as eagerness emboldens him. He slips his hand further, long fingers easily sliding under her panties. He inquisitively runs his fingers over her, exploring, curious to feel how slick she is.
He tilts his head back with a soft exhale as her lips brush his neck.] I've received some compliments on my hair but I think most find my eyes unnerving... thank you though. Your eyes are quite beautiful as well. They remind me of the sea. [He tilts his head to catch her lips, trying to entice her into a kiss.]
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Date: 30 Dec 2023 09:56 pm (UTC)[Her smile shows in the sound of her voice and she giggles softly, nuzzling into the pale column of his throat. Aerith hadn't been exaggerating when she'd called him pretty, as even though she'd known many gorgeous people, his handsome face and strange eyes were lovely in a way she couldn't really describe. Slivery blue hair slips through her fingers as she combs his hair back from his face, stroking his cheek with the back of her fingers as she kissed a path up his throat to his jaw.
Just in time for a shudder to lock her in place as she moaned, her hips rocking towards his hand. Aerith would have been embarrassed to admit her panties were already wet, her folds slick enough that it would have been easy to slip his fingers inside. When she speaks again her words sound more than a little breathless, her smile turning lopsided.]
I don't know why! It's not like you're scary, just a little different is all. But thank you, I always liked the green color...
[She was already leaning in to meet him, cradling the back of his head in her hand as her eyes fell shut, pressing her lips to his with an almost innocent sort of gentleness. Like a young lady attempting to kiss a sleeping prince to break a curse rather than someone intending to press the advantage of their current situation.]
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Date: 4 Jan 2024 05:20 am (UTC)I'm glad you don't think so. [He sighs the words, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on responding appropriately.
He doesn't need to though when their lips meet. He returns the gentle kiss, content with the soft warmth behind it. His curiosity gets the better of him though, parting his lips to slip his tongue tentatively against her lips, wanting to taste her.]
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Date: 7 Jan 2024 11:04 pm (UTC)True, she had one hand free, but where would be the fun in just shoving his hand where it felt best when she could let him discover it himself?
Better yet was rewarding his curiosity, practically purring as his fingers skirted her entrance only for him to pull a soft gasp from her when they did sink in. The hand in his hair gripped the nape of his neck tighter than she'd meant to in that instant, and though her grip was still nowhere as tight as any warrior's could be, she still gentled her hold on him as soon as she could, her murmured apology muffled by the kiss.
One that she more than happily let him deepen, her lips parting for him easily.]
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Date: 14 Jan 2024 03:19 am (UTC)He begins a rhythm to thrust two long fingers into her, keeping his palm pressed close so she can still grind against him. His own hand, however, isn't providing enough resistance for himself. The angle isn't right and his rocking hips are meeting nothing.
He groans into the kiss, drawing her closer. Finding the firmer hold on his hair strangely enjoyable. Why something like having his hair pulled should feel good is a little confusing but wrapped up in the moment, he doesn't have time to question it. Instead, he just pushes hungrily into the kiss.]