[ His hands were welcome, her body arching against his touch in both directions, rolling her hips against that 'inspiration' below, feeling it swell against her. Her motions were more deliberate than usual, hands spreading over his chest, pressing into skin, creating an image for him, one he was... unused to, he imagined, at least from her.
Her vermillion hair fell about her face as she leaned forward against his hands, further still, until her chest was against his once more, and her lips were trailing against his jaw, even nipping slightly. It was... rough, trying to fight back her more comfortable instincts. But she wanted to do this, she wanted to let herself be like this. Just for a moment... just for appreciation for the year she'd had.
One hand moved lower, shifting between them. It traced lines along his stomach, but didn't stop there... finding that 'inspiration' below, and giving him a firm, almost demanding squeeze. ]
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Her vermillion hair fell about her face as she leaned forward against his hands, further still, until her chest was against his once more, and her lips were trailing against his jaw, even nipping slightly. It was... rough, trying to fight back her more comfortable instincts. But she wanted to do this, she wanted to let herself be like this. Just for a moment... just for appreciation for the year she'd had.
One hand moved lower, shifting between them. It traced lines along his stomach, but didn't stop there... finding that 'inspiration' below, and giving him a firm, almost demanding squeeze. ]