[ There's no small measure of pleasure that shows itself in her features when he tells her that she can have him as long as she wants. She'll take him up on that offer and she's eager to see how long that actually means.
She rather enjoys watching the process of him undressing when she might normally feel impatient... It almost feels like a different sort of foreplay, the undoing of straps and fastenings, the way his fingers work almost graceful at their task.
And when he's finally bare, she understands now why he takes his armor so fucking seriously. The man's torso is a record of battle that has her eyebrows lifting for a moment. She does not gasp or recoil, but she is not so single-minded not to notice the scars and not have concern for how they got there.
She moves to stand now, closing the distance between them smoothing her hands over her velvet pants.] Jesus, either you're really fucking kinky or you've been through a few fights. [ She doesn't wait for him to answer.] Now take off my shirt.
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She rather enjoys watching the process of him undressing when she might normally feel impatient... It almost feels like a different sort of foreplay, the undoing of straps and fastenings, the way his fingers work almost graceful at their task.
And when he's finally bare, she understands now why he takes his armor so fucking seriously. The man's torso is a record of battle that has her eyebrows lifting for a moment. She does not gasp or recoil, but she is not so single-minded not to notice the scars and not have concern for how they got there.
She moves to stand now, closing the distance between them smoothing her hands over her velvet pants.] Jesus, either you're really fucking kinky or you've been through a few fights. [ She doesn't wait for him to answer.] Now take off my shirt.