(little. she can admit that, she's not that tall. it is slightly funny to picture someone like w saying this whenever she isn't the picture of a tall and dainty sarkaz with a grenade launcher. no, no need to say anything on that. she's rolling with it naturally. she can be good at keeping up with the uptake, most things aren't hard to work with when she can separate how she's feeling from what she's doing. vulnerability is not the easiest part of this, not with intimacy. she's not good at that and always has known it. about like how getting anything from texas about her history is like pulling teeth, she doesn't speak openly about things that should stay buried.
not the way some might like. that doesn't need to be her focus, she did notice it. her breasts threatening to spill out whenever the cool breeze of the room touches her skin. she's running hot, but that's not unexpected. flashy isn't always her style, not the furs or the lapels that came with it. that cape she was stuck wearing until she found herself liberated of it.
the drop of it, her dress shirt and vest, felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. the scars are numerous, but that's not surprising. the familiga life does this often. so does her work as an armed courier, typically. she's not the handsy type, that's for the best. most texas does is gauge her partners reactions to get an idea on how they might respond to it. she's not the best at it yet, but she's getting there and had a feeling a bit slow wouldn't be a bad idea to not push her out her comfort zone. that's how texas is with physical touch, even if she was being pushed more to accept it by people in her life that would get touchy-feely.)
....guess it couldn't hurt to include that for my end if you win, too, that you can use me.
(she needs to keep herself focused, even with them backed up against the door. she's pressed against w when her leg hooks itself around her waist, amber eyes drift in thought before wetting her lips a bit. what the hell, why not? w's been dealing with nerves at an all-time from the resort, texas has been frustrated about being forced to attend that party they're stuck dealing with. they can make this work and pretend after whether it was nice or not that nothing happened.
that is if they do pretend when that little urgent plea hits her, so she wishes then. texas doesn't say anything more, not whenever one hand finds itself on the thigh that so helpfully rests around her waist. the gloved one, but that can change in a bit while her left one reaches to help free her breasts from that tight bra and dress. as best as she can (mind you, she is still holding that toy) while preoccupied with running her lips along w's neck. )
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not the way some might like. that doesn't need to be her focus, she did notice it. her breasts threatening to spill out whenever the cool breeze of the room touches her skin. she's running hot, but that's not unexpected. flashy isn't always her style, not the furs or the lapels that came with it. that cape she was stuck wearing until she found herself liberated of it.
the drop of it, her dress shirt and vest, felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. the scars are numerous, but that's not surprising. the familiga life does this often. so does her work as an armed courier, typically. she's not the handsy type, that's for the best. most texas does is gauge her partners reactions to get an idea on how they might respond to it. she's not the best at it yet, but she's getting there and had a feeling a bit slow wouldn't be a bad idea to not push her out her comfort zone. that's how texas is with physical touch, even if she was being pushed more to accept it by people in her life that would get touchy-feely.)
....guess it couldn't hurt to include that for my end if you win, too, that you can use me.
(she needs to keep herself focused, even with them backed up against the door. she's pressed against w when her leg hooks itself around her waist, amber eyes drift in thought before wetting her lips a bit. what the hell, why not? w's been dealing with nerves at an all-time from the resort, texas has been frustrated about being forced to attend that party they're stuck dealing with. they can make this work and pretend after whether it was nice or not that nothing happened.
that is if they do pretend when that little urgent plea hits her, so she wishes then. texas doesn't say anything more, not whenever one hand finds itself on the thigh that so helpfully rests around her waist. the gloved one, but that can change in a bit while her left one reaches to help free her breasts from that tight bra and dress. as best as she can (mind you, she is still holding that toy) while preoccupied with running her lips along w's neck. )