[ The fingers in his hair press together, catching enough between them to tug while she arches into him, pressing him back against the foot of the bed while his fingers play over her back, keeping her flushed, the persistent heat steeping into every cell practically rocketing through her veins. Letting herself get surrounded like this should be off the table. His hands shouldn't be starting to feel familiar, much less welcome. The seconds of clarity she gets should be devoted to extracting herself from this situation, not finding more ways to egg him on and further entrench herself.
At least she hasn't lied to him. This won't fix anything, but that's not her problem right now.
Right now, Aerith's only concerns involve letting her tongue brush against Rufus's as she waits for the right moment when the hold she's guided him into loosens, allowing her to slip out of his arms, another twist in this game of push-pull. Walking the tricky edge of being pulled along by the need to feel more of him and the keen memory of the noise he made the last time she put space between them, Aerith's off his lap when the moment's right, out of his arms and back on her feet, her hands pushing her hair back past her shoulders as she peers over her shoulder at him. ]
You're going to sit right there and wait. [ Somehow, she still sounds like she's cheerfully delivering good news rather than torturing them both for the fun cause of trying to put him in his place. The corners of her eyes crease in amusement as she steps to the side, ignoring how her body aches in objection while her hands unfasten her skirt's zipper. Once it falls, Aerith steps out of it without breaking her sauntering stride, heading towards the pile of gifts, hands clasping idly behind her back while she looks over the assortment of still packaged toys, searching for something straightforward, with an easy learning curve. ]
If you just begged me now, you'd solve both of our problems, you know?
[ Just because she's making it up as she goes does not mean she's not going to hassle him like she's got it all figured out. Wanting nothing more than to spring her trap on him while trying to satiate the hunger needling through her, Aerith picks up a small vibrator and turns around, idly toying with the waistband of her panties as she closes in on him again. ] Now you're going to have to wait, and not be allowed to do anything until I tell you that you can.
[ She comes to a halt beside where he sits, bringing him nearly eye level with the dampness darkening the front of her panties. ] Well, maybe I can let you take these off, but that's it.
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[ The fingers in his hair press together, catching enough between them to tug while she arches into him, pressing him back against the foot of the bed while his fingers play over her back, keeping her flushed, the persistent heat steeping into every cell practically rocketing through her veins. Letting herself get surrounded like this should be off the table. His hands shouldn't be starting to feel familiar, much less welcome. The seconds of clarity she gets should be devoted to extracting herself from this situation, not finding more ways to egg him on and further entrench herself.
At least she hasn't lied to him. This won't fix anything, but that's not her problem right now.
Right now, Aerith's only concerns involve letting her tongue brush against Rufus's as she waits for the right moment when the hold she's guided him into loosens, allowing her to slip out of his arms, another twist in this game of push-pull. Walking the tricky edge of being pulled along by the need to feel more of him and the keen memory of the noise he made the last time she put space between them, Aerith's off his lap when the moment's right, out of his arms and back on her feet, her hands pushing her hair back past her shoulders as she peers over her shoulder at him. ]
You're going to sit right there and wait. [ Somehow, she still sounds like she's cheerfully delivering good news rather than torturing them both for the fun cause of trying to put him in his place. The corners of her eyes crease in amusement as she steps to the side, ignoring how her body aches in objection while her hands unfasten her skirt's zipper. Once it falls, Aerith steps out of it without breaking her sauntering stride, heading towards the pile of gifts, hands clasping idly behind her back while she looks over the assortment of still packaged toys, searching for something straightforward, with an easy learning curve. ]
If you just begged me now, you'd solve both of our problems, you know?
[ Just because she's making it up as she goes does not mean she's not going to hassle him like she's got it all figured out. Wanting nothing more than to spring her trap on him while trying to satiate the hunger needling through her, Aerith picks up a small vibrator and turns around, idly toying with the waistband of her panties as she closes in on him again. ] Now you're going to have to wait, and not be allowed to do anything until I tell you that you can.
[ She comes to a halt beside where he sits, bringing him nearly eye level with the dampness darkening the front of her panties. ] Well, maybe I can let you take these off, but that's it.