[she closes her eyes as he quickens his touch, her mouth opening to allow for deeper exhales of air—soon closing her mouth and dropping her chin forward, if only to look at him partially from the side as he leans into her shoulder.]
I'm excited.
[is what she offers, but not so much as an obvious observation but rather as a real, proper sentiment. this experience is beyond the scope of things she's ever imagined, and to be able to share it with someone whom she loves this deeply... byleth pushes her hair back, her face damp with the sheen of sweat, behind an ear, and bites down on her lips.]
—Dimitri...
[it's a quiet sigh, laced with need in the way she pronounces the syllables in his name. her hand meets his, but remains level, lightly flicking her clit—the sensation combining with his own fingers between her folds allowing for a surprised, vocal gasp to escape her.]
[she's getting wetter with his touch, slowly losing her forced composure as heat pools between her legs more fervently.]
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I'm excited.
[is what she offers, but not so much as an obvious observation but rather as a real, proper sentiment. this experience is beyond the scope of things she's ever imagined, and to be able to share it with someone whom she loves this deeply... byleth pushes her hair back, her face damp with the sheen of sweat, behind an ear, and bites down on her lips.]
—Dimitri...
[it's a quiet sigh, laced with need in the way she pronounces the syllables in his name. her hand meets his, but remains level, lightly flicking her clit—the sensation combining with his own fingers between her folds allowing for a surprised, vocal gasp to escape her.]
[she's getting wetter with his touch, slowly losing her forced composure as heat pools between her legs more fervently.]