[It was getting to be a struggle to keep her expression gentle and calm. The way he looked at her made her want to melt into him and kiss him breathless, it had been so, so long since anyone had looked at her like that. Basch was heartbreakingly handsome in that moment, and she wanted more. To see whatever lay beneath the hurt and the guilt flourish into what he must have been, once. Whatever it took to see him confident and commanding, a proper flame instead of this weak flicker as he struggled.
So she allows herself to be noisy, where she was used to stifling any emotional outbursts aside from her laughter. When he brings himself to touch her she croons encouragement, shifting to meet his hands wherever he let them roam. A little shiver went through her as his hands settle on her thighs, her mind happily giving her what it might feel like to have him grip her by the hips and pull her down. The warmth of his palms against her breasts draws out a happy moan as she gets a better look at how big his hands actually are.
Maybe she can convince him to lift her off her feet, press her into the bedding as if she weighed nothing. Where these wild thoughts of being tossed around by him were coming from she wasn't sure, but she was absolutely going to save them for later. Once she saw how confident he could be.]
It does, Basch, thank you. You're doing so well for me.
[The hand under his chin shifted, no longer needing to force his gaze up, but now she cradled his face, thumb gently stroking his cheekbone. Sighing happily, her next words came out as something close to a purr.]
You can pinch them a little, I won't mind. I'll probably like it, you know.
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Date: 2023-12-24 04:15 pm (UTC)So she allows herself to be noisy, where she was used to stifling any emotional outbursts aside from her laughter. When he brings himself to touch her she croons encouragement, shifting to meet his hands wherever he let them roam. A little shiver went through her as his hands settle on her thighs, her mind happily giving her what it might feel like to have him grip her by the hips and pull her down. The warmth of his palms against her breasts draws out a happy moan as she gets a better look at how big his hands actually are.
Maybe she can convince him to lift her off her feet, press her into the bedding as if she weighed nothing. Where these wild thoughts of being tossed around by him were coming from she wasn't sure, but she was absolutely going to save them for later. Once she saw how confident he could be.]
It does, Basch, thank you. You're doing so well for me.
[The hand under his chin shifted, no longer needing to force his gaze up, but now she cradled his face, thumb gently stroking his cheekbone. Sighing happily, her next words came out as something close to a purr.]
You can pinch them a little, I won't mind. I'll probably like it, you know.