[Her breath softly catches. There it is. A little flutter of anxiety wrapped in pleasure. Alarmingly, she likes the sensation of his teeth more than she feels she ought to. Like a little threat that isn't a threat at all, but she almost wishes it was. She shifts beneath the attention, not nearly enough to disturb him. Just enough that he deserves to know that he has an effect on her. He's earned that, at the very least.]
...Astarion.
[Simply because she wants to say it. It sounds lovelier like this when she does, coloured by something that is not quite affection, but somewhere between that and desire. A sort of passion that she's more comfortable keeping to herself. She draws her lower lip beneath her teeth for just a moment, trying to ignore the way the colour in her features deepens.
She leaves the one hand in his hair. The other traces touch up over his wrist and across the back of his hand that he's spread atop her stomach, gently gripping. If she were braver, she'd slide her fingers between his, but not yet. Not yet. Humble or not, he makes her want.]
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[Her breath softly catches. There it is. A little flutter of anxiety wrapped in pleasure. Alarmingly, she likes the sensation of his teeth more than she feels she ought to. Like a little threat that isn't a threat at all, but she almost wishes it was. She shifts beneath the attention, not nearly enough to disturb him. Just enough that he deserves to know that he has an effect on her. He's earned that, at the very least.]
...Astarion.
[Simply because she wants to say it. It sounds lovelier like this when she does, coloured by something that is not quite affection, but somewhere between that and desire. A sort of passion that she's more comfortable keeping to herself. She draws her lower lip beneath her teeth for just a moment, trying to ignore the way the colour in her features deepens.
She leaves the one hand in his hair. The other traces touch up over his wrist and across the back of his hand that he's spread atop her stomach, gently gripping. If she were braver, she'd slide her fingers between his, but not yet. Not yet. Humble or not, he makes her want.]