It's not like I know too much, though. . . and what I want isn't necessarily anything complex. Just as long as you can bind my hands and feet and unknot it afterwards, it should. . . be fine. . .?
[ There's more emotion to it as well, although she wouldn't mind more boldness in the slightest bit, just her cheeks staying red as she just reciprocates the kiss, making a needy sound as she allows herself to stick close to him. ]
[He's not shy, drawing the kiss out, letting his body brush against hers, not quite incidentally; reaching up to trail fingers down her side, not quite touching her chest but suggesting he will soon. He's enjoying himself, and he wants to be sure she is too.]
[ While she definitely isn't quite as hormonal now as she was during the Iris moonblessing, that doesn't necessarily mean that she doesn't enjoy this sort of thing - especially not when she'd ask for it to begin with.
She's still a teenager, after all. One with desires and needs like any other.
Maybe that's why a shudder runs down her spine at his touch, how her hands latch onto the fabric of his shirt, crumpling it up in her fists so that their bodies don't part.
If he wants to touch her, she won't argue or stop him. And the noises she makes as their lips smack together is a telling sign of yearning and enjoyment. ]
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[ it's a word that she'd never use casually, after all. ]
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Would you like me to be romantic, or more in charge?
[He's trying to find a good way to ask if she wants to make out, or if he should order her to take her clothes off, or somewhere in between.]
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[ that sure is a question, isn't it?
she stops for a moment before her face burns scarlet ]
More romantic, probably.
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[He's going to step forward, leaning in slowly to kiss her, giving her plenty of time.to change her mind or just be embarrassed in.]
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She's still a teenager, after all. One with desires and needs like any other.
Maybe that's why a shudder runs down her spine at his touch, how her hands latch onto the fabric of his shirt, crumpling it up in her fists so that their bodies don't part.
If he wants to touch her, she won't argue or stop him. And the noises she makes as their lips smack together is a telling sign of yearning and enjoyment. ]