[ Slow and steady wins the race, or that's what so many others often said. That little phrase never flew with him when it came to his love for the wide open roads of Midgar, but here? For once it suits him just fine. There was no need to rush, no inane silly time limits like the ones some patrons of the resort might insist on purely for fun and sport, and no true reason to leave the comfort of soft, warm silk. There was nothing stopping them from having their own fun, nor was there anything stopping Roche from pushing himself up on his elbow just enough to lean up and press a gentle kiss to that single ring brought into view.
He allows himself to look upwards, meeting her gaze through heavy lashes. ]
...I think I could be convinced to give you a key to my ignition. No license required.
[ Roche shifts once underneath, one leg bending slightly to press his thigh up between her own and slowly matching the rhythm of her hips while rocking up into her hand all the same. Slow and steady, yes, but sometimes a few dips and curves made those gentle cruises all that more memorable. ]
But we can discuss that after. I think for now... and I realize how foolish this sounds all things considered, but—
[ The hand he has at her waist squeezes once, then slides behind to drag his fingertips over the small of her back with a silent question that lingers before he finally wills it into actual words; ]
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[ Slow and steady wins the race, or that's what so many others often said. That little phrase never flew with him when it came to his love for the wide open roads of Midgar, but here? For once it suits him just fine. There was no need to rush, no inane silly time limits like the ones some patrons of the resort might insist on purely for fun and sport, and no true reason to leave the comfort of soft, warm silk. There was nothing stopping them from having their own fun, nor was there anything stopping Roche from pushing himself up on his elbow just enough to lean up and press a gentle kiss to that single ring brought into view.
He allows himself to look upwards, meeting her gaze through heavy lashes. ]
...I think I could be convinced to give you a key to my ignition. No license required.
[ Roche shifts once underneath, one leg bending slightly to press his thigh up between her own and slowly matching the rhythm of her hips while rocking up into her hand all the same. Slow and steady, yes, but sometimes a few dips and curves made those gentle cruises all that more memorable. ]
But we can discuss that after. I think for now... and I realize how foolish this sounds all things considered, but—
[ The hand he has at her waist squeezes once, then slides behind to drag his fingertips over the small of her back with a silent question that lingers before he finally wills it into actual words; ]
May I touch more of you?