[ "sit up"... if it were only so easy. she has to summon herself to hook a leg over and straddle his hips again, and this time hold herself above him.
though she murmurs wordless assent, it's several moments more before she moves at all. her knee gently rises and begins to creep across him, and the spread of her legs opens her around his fingers. then Sprezzatura gathers all her not-insignificant will: now. you must do this, girl. up, over.
she inhales and holds it and pushes onto her elbow, wobbling. then her weight pulls to one side and she sits on him heavily. the gauzy folds of her nightgown fall around his wrist. maybe she kisses around his fingers for a little as her just reward for momentous effort. ]
You have always loved my breasts, Herlock. [ almost... thoughtfully. she puts one palm flat to his chest, both to hope him down and hold herself up, while the other goes to her throat where the top button of her gown lays gleaming. ] Perhaps even... envied them...
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though she murmurs wordless assent, it's several moments more before she moves at all. her knee gently rises and begins to creep across him, and the spread of her legs opens her around his fingers. then Sprezzatura gathers all her not-insignificant will: now. you must do this, girl. up, over.
she inhales and holds it and pushes onto her elbow, wobbling. then her weight pulls to one side and she sits on him heavily. the gauzy folds of her nightgown fall around his wrist. maybe she kisses around his fingers for a little as her just reward for momentous effort. ]
You have always loved my breasts, Herlock. [ almost... thoughtfully. she puts one palm flat to his chest, both to hope him down and hold herself up, while the other goes to her throat where the top button of her gown lays gleaming. ] Perhaps even... envied them...
[ she has no way of knowing that. ]