[the action is subtle, unfamiliar. but it builds up excitement in her as she feels him tease her, the friction momentous and welcome. her kisses stop as they're mostly a distraction from her than what it would be for dimitri, but byleth keeps her face pressed to his shoulder, breathing heavily and slowly as if trying to control her reactions.]
[she puts a hand over the forearm of his searching hand and keeps it there as a form of encouragement. just this much of his touch has her sex twitching, earnest for more.]
[gently, she detaches from dimitri — but keeps close — and leans back as she sits, her feet pressed onto the mattress and her knees apart.]
This should be easier.
[the flush on her skin is visible, but she's eager, and as much patience as she has, she wants dimitri to touch her and make her feel, make her his.]
no subject
[she puts a hand over the forearm of his searching hand and keeps it there as a form of encouragement. just this much of his touch has her sex twitching, earnest for more.]
[gently, she detaches from dimitri — but keeps close — and leans back as she sits, her feet pressed onto the mattress and her knees apart.]
This should be easier.
[the flush on her skin is visible, but she's eager, and as much patience as she has, she wants dimitri to touch her and make her feel, make her his.]