[ clorinde kisses him, then kisses him again, and for a long moment all tseng can think is that this must be what bliss feels like: warm and shivery and a little intoxicated, drowning in the sweetness of her body and her smile.
reality must set in eventually, of course. tseng's higher brain functions come online one by one, little by little, beginning with the pinpricks in his hands as circulation begins to flow again. she'd tied him well, his wrists don't ache at all, but there's only so much that can be done against the inexorable work of gravity. tseng lifts his arms and brings them around clorinde's waist instead, stroking gently down the sway of her back. ]
Very good, [ he admits without shame, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ] Surprisingly exhausted, considering I barely did anything at all.
[ well, that's probably where the exertion came from. it takes more work for him to be still than for him to move. tseng tilts his chin up so their lips touch again, a soft ghost of a kiss. ]
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reality must set in eventually, of course. tseng's higher brain functions come online one by one, little by little, beginning with the pinpricks in his hands as circulation begins to flow again. she'd tied him well, his wrists don't ache at all, but there's only so much that can be done against the inexorable work of gravity. tseng lifts his arms and brings them around clorinde's waist instead, stroking gently down the sway of her back. ]
Very good, [ he admits without shame, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ] Surprisingly exhausted, considering I barely did anything at all.
[ well, that's probably where the exertion came from. it takes more work for him to be still than for him to move. tseng tilts his chin up so their lips touch again, a soft ghost of a kiss. ]
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