[ How many times has she seen him wield Cloud Piercer in battle? Too many to count, and yet never before has she thought about how his skill with his weapon might make his hands feel. Rough and weathered, the hands of a warrior — but they're not just that. They're also the hands of an archivist, someone who has spent hours upon hours pouring over records, learning, collecting. They're careful and steady, just as his kiss is. Stelle accepts him readily, her lips parting easily to allow his tongue past her lips, the sensation unfamiliar and warm and wet, but so enticing, all the same. Unlike his hands, his lips are soft and pliable, and Stelle exhales a wan little sound against them, as she licks into his mouth, tasting his breath. She's never kissed him before, and yet...
She's so familiar with him, that it's almost like she knows exactly how he'll taste, how he'll feel. It's soothing to her racing heart, and emboldens her to press nearer. Lifting free of the water, her arms wind around his shoulders as she shifts and her eyelids flicker open, seeking his gaze. It's all the warning Dan Heng gets before Stelle is moving against him, thighs parting as she pivots to face him instead and slip into his lap, each of her knees pressed to either side of his hips. She doesn't yet seat herself fully down against him yet, water dripping from her collarbone down to her exposed breasts.
...She gasps softly against his lips, realizing she's all but put her boobs at his eye level, but that's kind of the point, isn't it?
Dragging her teeth along his bottom lip, she breaks off the kiss, but keeps her brow pressed to his. ]
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She's so familiar with him, that it's almost like she knows exactly how he'll taste, how he'll feel. It's soothing to her racing heart, and emboldens her to press nearer. Lifting free of the water, her arms wind around his shoulders as she shifts and her eyelids flicker open, seeking his gaze. It's all the warning Dan Heng gets before Stelle is moving against him, thighs parting as she pivots to face him instead and slip into his lap, each of her knees pressed to either side of his hips. She doesn't yet seat herself fully down against him yet, water dripping from her collarbone down to her exposed breasts.
...She gasps softly against his lips, realizing she's all but put her boobs at his eye level, but that's kind of the point, isn't it?
Dragging her teeth along his bottom lip, she breaks off the kiss, but keeps her brow pressed to his. ]
Will you...touch me?
[ Anywhere. Everywhere. ]