[ Relief swells in her. She's glad she could ease his worries. What she said would always be the truth, no matter who she ended up with. Even if, apparently, it was...just a friend.
That thought needs to go away for now. Her mind will keep stumbling over it if she doesn't push it away. Soundwave is someone special. That's enough.
With that problem solved, she can focus on what's important--just him, reacting to her. She can't tell he's more sensitive, since she has absolutely zero baseline to go off. She has a similar moment to his earlier one, however, where her hand jerks and she inwardly frets, wondering if she'd done something wrong when he reacts so strongly to her initial touch. Worry quickly shifts to intrigue when she finds she didn't mess up. He must like it, and--oh. That's. Her cheeks light up as he hardens against her hand. What else did you expect, dummy? comes her sardonic thought, but she shoves it aside into the "forget about until later" pile.
Their eyes meet. She wonders what she'd need to do to feel him without the suit in the way. Her fingers press around his length, but-- ]
Wait, I--
[ Too late. Before she can contemplate anything further, it's his turn to be bold. Her hands snap to the couch to dig her fingers into the plush cushions, and her chest heaves as he plucks each button open. Almost, almost, and... ]
A-Ah...!
[ A sharp breath hisses in through her teeth after her loud cry. Talk about sensitive. All she can focus on is his hand reigniting the flames even higher than before. Without thought, she claps a hand between her legs, pressing through her skirt, as if that'll help contain how intense things have gotten down there. She's learning. Her body is responding more than ever, and now she knows exactly where it's happening.
These clothes needed to go. Already, she's not sure how much longer she can take them being in the way. ]
Can we, ah. Can we g-get, um, undressed?
[ Nice. She didn't manage to completely make a fool of herself when stammering that out. ]
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That thought needs to go away for now. Her mind will keep stumbling over it if she doesn't push it away. Soundwave is someone special. That's enough.
With that problem solved, she can focus on what's important--just him, reacting to her. She can't tell he's more sensitive, since she has absolutely zero baseline to go off. She has a similar moment to his earlier one, however, where her hand jerks and she inwardly frets, wondering if she'd done something wrong when he reacts so strongly to her initial touch. Worry quickly shifts to intrigue when she finds she didn't mess up. He must like it, and--oh. That's. Her cheeks light up as he hardens against her hand. What else did you expect, dummy? comes her sardonic thought, but she shoves it aside into the "forget about until later" pile.
Their eyes meet. She wonders what she'd need to do to feel him without the suit in the way. Her fingers press around his length, but-- ]
Wait, I--
[ Too late. Before she can contemplate anything further, it's his turn to be bold. Her hands snap to the couch to dig her fingers into the plush cushions, and her chest heaves as he plucks each button open. Almost, almost, and... ]
A-Ah...!
[ A sharp breath hisses in through her teeth after her loud cry. Talk about sensitive. All she can focus on is his hand reigniting the flames even higher than before. Without thought, she claps a hand between her legs, pressing through her skirt, as if that'll help contain how intense things have gotten down there. She's learning. Her body is responding more than ever, and now she knows exactly where it's happening.
These clothes needed to go. Already, she's not sure how much longer she can take them being in the way. ]
Can we, ah. Can we g-get, um, undressed?
[ Nice. She didn't manage to completely make a fool of herself when stammering that out. ]