[ she can almost understand his reasoning about ramifications in knowing too much, and yet it feels almost too exclusionary because he is who he is. because despite the way she has her back to him now, a strange kind of gesture of trust, he's still shinra at the end of the day, isn't he? even if they'd made peace and had their chances to talk almost like normal people instead of predetermined enemies, he'd follow orders in the end, right?
but she can feel the graze of his hands across her shoulder, her breaths quiet and slow as she nearly holds them with the flutter that eases into her belly while he guides the fabric away.
he's gentler than she expects. enough that she practically forgets what she meant to ask about timelines. ]
Oh, umβ [ she looks down, the front of her dress still pressed to her chest. running her fingers along the top, it still feels trapped to her skin. it's really encouraging this, isn't it? ] Actuallyβ [ carefully she turns around to look at him, a light pink to her cheeks as she repeats the motion of her hand upon her dress to show him its attachment. ] I think it's stuck here too. Would youβ I mean, you don't have to, butβ would you ... pull this down too?
[ she's aware of what that means. if his hands tug that part down, her breasts will spill out from behind it, openly to his eyes, nothing else covering her skin from there. a heat races through her body, involuntarily. ]
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[ she can almost understand his reasoning about ramifications in knowing too much, and yet it feels almost too exclusionary because he is who he is. because despite the way she has her back to him now, a strange kind of gesture of trust, he's still shinra at the end of the day, isn't he? even if they'd made peace and had their chances to talk almost like normal people instead of predetermined enemies, he'd follow orders in the end, right?
but she can feel the graze of his hands across her shoulder, her breaths quiet and slow as she nearly holds them with the flutter that eases into her belly while he guides the fabric away.
he's gentler than she expects. enough that she practically forgets what she meant to ask about timelines. ]
Oh, umβ [ she looks down, the front of her dress still pressed to her chest. running her fingers along the top, it still feels trapped to her skin. it's really encouraging this, isn't it? ] Actuallyβ [ carefully she turns around to look at him, a light pink to her cheeks as she repeats the motion of her hand upon her dress to show him its attachment. ] I think it's stuck here too. Would youβ I mean, you don't have to, butβ would you ... pull this down too?
[ she's aware of what that means. if his hands tug that part down, her breasts will spill out from behind it, openly to his eyes, nothing else covering her skin from there. a heat races through her body, involuntarily. ]
I'm ... okay with it, if you do.