[ When Diluc's head tilts back, there's a surprised lift of her brows, a smile that he'll feel against the skin and for a moment she pulls back enough to look up at him, silently observing the look on his face; and, feeling the strength of the heartbeat against her own chest, she brings her free hand between them, splaying it over his heart through the material of his vest.
A sensitive spot, hm? She'll keep that in mind.
For now, she lowers her lips back to his neck, strokes of tongue and gentle scrapes of teeth as she explores the skin, trying to find whichever part of it is weakest to the feel of her mouth, so that she can focus her kisses there; the hand on his chest moves to the fastening buttons on his vest, fingers flicking idly at the them as if to undo them without much urgencyโ although after a moment, the other slides down from the caresses against his scalp to join it.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, there's a question: is removing clothing, in this situation, really a good idea? And yet, all she can think about is the fact that she wants to be able to press her hands against his bare skin, the same way his hands burn hot against her back.
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A sensitive spot, hm? She'll keep that in mind.
For now, she lowers her lips back to his neck, strokes of tongue and gentle scrapes of teeth as she explores the skin, trying to find whichever part of it is weakest to the feel of her mouth, so that she can focus her kisses there; the hand on his chest moves to the fastening buttons on his vest, fingers flicking idly at the them as if to undo them without much urgencyโ although after a moment, the other slides down from the caresses against his scalp to join it.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, there's a question: is removing clothing, in this situation, really a good idea? And yet, all she can think about is the fact that she wants to be able to press her hands against his bare skin, the same way his hands burn hot against her back.
(The secret to her soft hands is gloves.
...And maybe some creams.) ]