[She feels so warm under his gaze, even when she doesn't look at him, she knows that he is watching her. All of this... it's still something she's not quite used to, but she tries. She wants to do it... for him. But there is that tickle of satisfaction in her chest when she can see the way his eyes rove over her body, knowing that beneath it, there's a roaring fire that only she could kindle and tame.
It's thrilling, and she is embarrassed to say so, even silently to herself, but it only encourages her further. Far enough that she gives the lace a little tug so that it snaps gently back against her thigh before he's closing in on her again.
But her arms might stop him from moving all the way back, because she combs her hair over her shoulder to loosen it from the tie that keeps it together. Keeps it neat. She loosens the ribbon, letting that fall to the ground too, and runs her fingers through her long, dark hair, dishevelling it just a touch.]
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It's thrilling, and she is embarrassed to say so, even silently to herself, but it only encourages her further. Far enough that she gives the lace a little tug so that it snaps gently back against her thigh before he's closing in on her again.
But her arms might stop him from moving all the way back, because she combs her hair over her shoulder to loosen it from the tie that keeps it together. Keeps it neat. She loosens the ribbon, letting that fall to the ground too, and runs her fingers through her long, dark hair, dishevelling it just a touch.]
...This one is new...