You're not that old, [ a little tease, shifting her legs against him as she
stares and thinks, wondering where to start. ] I'd like you to...
[ ... mmm. a sparkle in her eye as she lifts her free hand to the back of her neck and plays with the clasp there. it's just a small loop around a button, holding up this top piece of the dress.
easy enough to undo, the fabric around her neck loosening. just loosening though. she's careful not to let it fall too far, just enough to show the skin that'd been hidden there as her hand presses the rest to her chest, head tilting to the side to draw his gaze to the curve of her neck, her shoulder. ]
Here. Will you... I mean, I want you to kiss me here. I know you'll get there eventually, but I'm impatient when it comes to you.
[Just loosening, though. His eyes like beacons move to that light curve of her neck, the slight swell before her chest. How odd it is. He's lavished attention on other's before for that physical hit, that scratch to itch. He doesn't think he's ever sat and took the look of something like this in, before. He has a need to memorize it, to internally document every bare piece of skin that is offered to him. He wants to hold it in his memory, the brilliant eyes, the supple waist, the slender thighs, the soft arms.]
[Vergilius abandons her arm to lean in.]
Impatient, are you? I like that.
[So is he. He only nods, before his mouth fits over the skin she offers to him. He has been commanded. He kisses her. He nips her, slightly. He presses lips up to her jawline, burying the gesture into it along with a slow drag of teeth.]
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stares and thinks, wondering where to start. ] I'd like you to...
[ ... mmm. a sparkle in her eye as she lifts her free hand to the back of her neck and plays with the clasp there. it's just a small loop around a button, holding up this top piece of the dress.
easy enough to undo, the fabric around her neck loosening. just loosening though. she's careful not to let it fall too far, just enough to show the skin that'd been hidden there as her hand presses the rest to her chest, head tilting to the side to draw his gaze to the curve of her neck, her shoulder. ]
Here. Will you... I mean, I want you to kiss me here. I know you'll get there eventually, but I'm impatient when it comes to you.
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[Just loosening, though. His eyes like beacons move to that light curve of her neck, the slight swell before her chest. How odd it is. He's lavished attention on other's before for that physical hit, that scratch to itch. He doesn't think he's ever sat and took the look of something like this in, before. He has a need to memorize it, to internally document every bare piece of skin that is offered to him. He wants to hold it in his memory, the brilliant eyes, the supple waist, the slender thighs, the soft arms.]
[Vergilius abandons her arm to lean in.]
Impatient, are you? I like that.
[So is he. He only nods, before his mouth fits over the skin she offers to him. He has been commanded. He kisses her. He nips her, slightly. He presses lips up to her jawline, burying the gesture into it along with a slow drag of teeth.]