[ That gets a genuine chuckle from Basch. He...should have put that together sooner. ] Then I will remind you that I appreciate your efforts more often. And what you have naturally.
[ Somehow, Basch had not connected that Olivine was going to connect their talking to their play, and as his brain processes that the scenario Olivine spins is accompanied by the sound of disrobing, his breath grows audibly shallower, body eagerly remembering their many times together.
He's right; Basch is sitting straight as a timber tree, shifting now that is body is starting to react. And he's not expecting Olivine's words at all, nearly speechless with them. ]
I ... have never worn anything like that by intention, but I'd enjoy exploring it with you. [ He takes a breath, pushing the edges of his discomfort. ] Let's...pretend I'm wearing one now. And that while my vines delicately unwrapped you, I got close enough for you to touch, and you only discovered them when your hands slid under my shirt.
[ His voice has dropped to little more than a whisper, slow and deep. Like when he reads. He's better at this than he thinks, maybe because of the thousands of pages of romances he's read out loud. ] Would you leave them unseen, or would you try to disrobe me for a better view?
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[ That gets a genuine chuckle from Basch. He...should have put that together sooner. ] Then I will remind you that I appreciate your efforts more often. And what you have naturally.
[ Somehow, Basch had not connected that Olivine was going to connect their talking to their play, and as his brain processes that the scenario Olivine spins is accompanied by the sound of disrobing, his breath grows audibly shallower, body eagerly remembering their many times together.
He's right; Basch is sitting straight as a timber tree, shifting now that is body is starting to react. And he's not expecting Olivine's words at all, nearly speechless with them. ]
I ... have never worn anything like that by intention, but I'd enjoy exploring it with you. [ He takes a breath, pushing the edges of his discomfort. ] Let's...pretend I'm wearing one now. And that while my vines delicately unwrapped you, I got close enough for you to touch, and you only discovered them when your hands slid under my shirt.
[ His voice has dropped to little more than a whisper, slow and deep. Like when he reads. He's better at this than he thinks, maybe because of the thousands of pages of romances he's read out loud. ] Would you leave them unseen, or would you try to disrobe me for a better view?