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finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
retroductions) wrote in finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
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Yes.
[ and he will see it again. down her shoulders, revealing bare arms, and she unsteadily shakes it all off, that it crumples on the floor at the foot of the chaise. like this, now—half-dressed and even then only in thin, gauzy material.
she curls down against him and straddles his one thigh. pulls herself closer to kiss him once more. ]
[ and he will see it again. down her shoulders, revealing bare arms, and she unsteadily shakes it all off, that it crumples on the floor at the foot of the chaise. like this, now—half-dressed and even then only in thin, gauzy material.
she curls down against him and straddles his one thigh. pulls herself closer to kiss him once more. ]
[How assuredly he declared his previous statement–I’ve been witness to what’s beneath already—without taking into consideration the wildly differing context. This is not him finding a horned stranger in a nightgown beneath his windowsill, accosted by panic. No, this is... definitely not that.
He is painfully aware of just how gauzy that material is as she straddles him, as though his coat had completely shrouded her warmth which has now been given free rein to exude outwards. Precisely where she touches him. His gaze slips down her into form, reaffirming what he already knew to be true. Ms Sapione has been blessed by many curves.
Which means he's even more aware of the closeness of her chest as she leans down to kiss him. He meets her eagerly, with a bit of a humming noise in his throat, feeling impossible hot in the face and immediately lacing his fingers behind her neck again, as though to default to what he knows she likes.]
He is painfully aware of just how gauzy that material is as she straddles him, as though his coat had completely shrouded her warmth which has now been given free rein to exude outwards. Precisely where she touches him. His gaze slips down her into form, reaffirming what he already knew to be true. Ms Sapione has been blessed by many curves.
Which means he's even more aware of the closeness of her chest as she leans down to kiss him. He meets her eagerly, with a bit of a humming noise in his throat, feeling impossible hot in the face and immediately lacing his fingers behind her neck again, as though to default to what he knows she likes.]
[ a creeping smile, pressed affectionately to his mouth, as Sprezzatura sinks closer and closer and closer to him, simply pooling wherever his body dips. she's so warm. kissing him like this could go on... forever... ]
It's good, isn't it?
[ she whispers this between kissing, bringing her palm up to hold his cheek. ]
It's good, isn't it?
[ she whispers this between kissing, bringing her palm up to hold his cheek. ]
[Yes, yes. Very aware of how thin that material is now that she’s practically puddled atop him, that with a mind like his, easily sussing out the shape of her body, it’s like she’s wearing nothing at all. (ned flanders skiing gif)]
Divine.
[Thoughtlessly, not even trying to be wittily ironic. His hands immediately unlace and drift down her spine to feel the length of her. Maybe he can make it back down to her tail…]
Divine.
[Thoughtlessly, not even trying to be wittily ironic. His hands immediately unlace and drift down her spine to feel the length of her. Maybe he can make it back down to her tail…]
[ THE TAIL IS UNDERNEATH THE NIGHTGOWN, NOW WHAT ]
Plans?
Plans?
[HE CAN STILL FEEL FOR WHERE IT BEGINS which is what he does, one hand stopping right at the rise of its base beneath the nightgown. Feeling curiously. Unabashedly, at this point, his shyness… present, but overtaken by so much else by now.]
Exploring.
Exploring.
[ so close. she exhales, shuddery, and lays her cheek down on his shoulder. ]
Good boy.
[ said like, good boy. more sigh than voice. she slips her own hand down to the outside of Sholmes' thigh, then creeps it inward. ]
Good boy.
[ said like, good boy. more sigh than voice. she slips her own hand down to the outside of Sholmes' thigh, then creeps it inward. ]
[ making her feel like she has to go to her room? ]
Ah...
Ah...
[Iris' powers of observation may not have reached the same level of Sholmes' yet, but it's not hard to read the way Sprezzatura's on the verge of feeling guilty-]
Oh, don't worry. I give it ten minutes or so before Waggy falls asleep on my bed, and then I'll be out to join the both of you again, if you like!
[Cats have a tendency to prioritize naps above all else. Wagahai is no different.]
Oh, don't worry. I give it ten minutes or so before Waggy falls asleep on my bed, and then I'll be out to join the both of you again, if you like!
[Cats have a tendency to prioritize naps above all else. Wagahai is no different.]
[Praise from his hot older wife /////
He writhes not unpleasantly beneath her, very much aware of the direction her hand is heading: that is, towards his inner thigh, which is lurid enough merely because it edges so very close to his erection.]
How does it feel... here?
[Rubs over where the base of her tail would be, fingers tracing up and down. He wonders if there are more sensitive areas than others along the length of the appendage itself.]
He writhes not unpleasantly beneath her, very much aware of the direction her hand is heading: that is, towards his inner thigh, which is lurid enough merely because it edges so very close to his erection.]
How does it feel... here?
[Rubs over where the base of her tail would be, fingers tracing up and down. He wonders if there are more sensitive areas than others along the length of the appendage itself.]
[ his squirming!! it's such a delight. and how he has moved so low that his hands nearly rest on her backside, if only in pursuit of her tail. she smiles wider and plays with the muscle of his thigh. nails tingling on his skin through his trousers. ]
Like this.
Like this.
[Ohhh MORE wiggling, even an attempt to bend that one leg up, bent at the knee. And yet, his hand at her tail mimics her motions.]
You like it, then.
[Same as he likes hers, despite his squirming.]
You like it, then.
[Same as he likes hers, despite his squirming.]
I like it.
[ all of it: his touches through her nightgown, his squirming underneath her, the quality of his voice changing the further this goes on... she glances down through her lashes at the rise of his thigh, and her fingers dipping towards the inside. there, the swell of desire between his legs. she wants to hold it. ]
[ all of it: his touches through her nightgown, his squirming underneath her, the quality of his voice changing the further this goes on... she glances down through her lashes at the rise of his thigh, and her fingers dipping towards the inside. there, the swell of desire between his legs. she wants to hold it. ]
Of course we would like you, little flower.
[ she just. may try to sneak a few more kisses while she's gone. ]
[ she just. may try to sneak a few more kisses while she's gone. ]
[One final miaoow?? of Wagahai trails after them, and Sholmes smiles.]
Precocious, isn’t she?
Precocious, isn’t she?
[He really doesn’t even have to follow her gaze to know where she’s looking. What she might be thinking.]
…Touch for touch? My hand beneath your gown, and yours…
[Well. Wherever she wishes to put it, where she’s already so close.]
…Touch for touch? My hand beneath your gown, and yours…
[Well. Wherever she wishes to put it, where she’s already so close.]
Haah...
[ the tension of anticipation has flooded her entire body. tips her face up, seeking his mouth, already fantasizing, needlessly, the sensation to come of Sholmes tugging her hemline above her hips. how the fabric gliding over the drawers beneath will feel. and once exposed to the room, the open crotch which makes them so comfortable for a tiefling to wear will be temptation again, and...
oh, please. Sprezzatura won't say it aloud, but she'll think it. please.
she touches their mouths together nearly chastely. one barely-there kiss to draw his focus to her lips while her hand sneaks up to his waistband and thumbs open the button. ]
[ the tension of anticipation has flooded her entire body. tips her face up, seeking his mouth, already fantasizing, needlessly, the sensation to come of Sholmes tugging her hemline above her hips. how the fabric gliding over the drawers beneath will feel. and once exposed to the room, the open crotch which makes them so comfortable for a tiefling to wear will be temptation again, and...
oh, please. Sprezzatura won't say it aloud, but she'll think it. please.
she touches their mouths together nearly chastely. one barely-there kiss to draw his focus to her lips while her hand sneaks up to his waistband and thumbs open the button. ]
You have no idea how much it warms me to hear it, my dearest. You will be good for her, I know it; and I hope in time you may come to love her as much as I do, as well.
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