[ Perhaps it is because she's gotten what she wanted that she wants to prolong this moment, just the company of someone she yearns for more than anything else. She understands what she said at the doorway— she invited him to stay with her tonight, and she did so for a purpose. In this little room, it feels as if she's forgotten, anxious of what's to come.
What is she nervous about? She asks herself that now. Is she embarrassed for what she's done? She's about to tell herself that she is, when she remembers advice given to her. Her own eyes widen when she remembers to embrace this feeling, and she would have turned around to tend to Cloud and assist him in undressing further, but before she could do so? He's already making his presence known to her ever so closely.
Her breath hitches, and an incoherent sound leaves her in surprise. The hairs on her nape stand, and she's forced to let go of the haori. Fingers stay in the air for a few seconds, and she hears him sigh against her ear and she breaks. Ayaka surrenders, hands lowering with each passing second, nails lightly scratching the fabric before her as if she's clinging to it.
She isn't naked, but she feels bare like this, with her hair down and with Cloud being so close. He says her name, kisses her and sucks on her neck, and she can't help the little mewl that leaves her lips. She would say his name, but she instead cants her head to the side as her eyes close. Will he try to mark her neck like this? ]
Cloud... [ ... she would like that. She would like that very much. To be marked. To be claimed. Whatever anxiety she may have tonight, she surrenders it all to him. She trusts that he'll be patient with her, to guide her when her inexperience and her shyness shows. ] Ah...
[ The layers she wears feel like they're weighing her down, now. Despite how thick her kimono may be, it still feels like he's touching her directly when he gives her breasts a squeeze. She can only imagine how it would feel if he actually did— once they've disrobed and his hands would be on her again. Would her dreams be the same as reality, or would the latter be a sweeter memory to remember?
Her hands find his on her chest, but not to pull them away. She would like to encourage him to touch her more, despite her initial shyness. One hand guides his lower, so that they may start with removing the obi together. ]
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What is she nervous about? She asks herself that now. Is she embarrassed for what she's done? She's about to tell herself that she is, when she remembers advice given to her. Her own eyes widen when she remembers to embrace this feeling, and she would have turned around to tend to Cloud and assist him in undressing further, but before she could do so? He's already making his presence known to her ever so closely.
Her breath hitches, and an incoherent sound leaves her in surprise. The hairs on her nape stand, and she's forced to let go of the haori. Fingers stay in the air for a few seconds, and she hears him sigh against her ear and she breaks. Ayaka surrenders, hands lowering with each passing second, nails lightly scratching the fabric before her as if she's clinging to it.
She isn't naked, but she feels bare like this, with her hair down and with Cloud being so close. He says her name, kisses her and sucks on her neck, and she can't help the little mewl that leaves her lips. She would say his name, but she instead cants her head to the side as her eyes close. Will he try to mark her neck like this? ]
Cloud... [ ... she would like that. She would like that very much. To be marked. To be claimed. Whatever anxiety she may have tonight, she surrenders it all to him. She trusts that he'll be patient with her, to guide her when her inexperience and her shyness shows. ] Ah...
[ The layers she wears feel like they're weighing her down, now. Despite how thick her kimono may be, it still feels like he's touching her directly when he gives her breasts a squeeze. She can only imagine how it would feel if he actually did— once they've disrobed and his hands would be on her again. Would her dreams be the same as reality, or would the latter be a sweeter memory to remember?
Her hands find his on her chest, but not to pull them away. She would like to encourage him to touch her more, despite her initial shyness. One hand guides his lower, so that they may start with removing the obi together. ]