[ In another life (and maybe even just as another person), she might taken things more slowly. Ease into their newfound tryst with a delicate and careful curiosity, taking her time exploring his body and how hers fits with it. But this is Sciel, and she is the first to advocate for seizing each day with the knowledge that tomorrow isn't promised. Her own impending Gommage aside: their little group is in more danger than ever these days, given that a nevron could burst unexpectedly from the surrounding trees at any moment and bite the pair in half before they could get their pants back on.
...Mm, no, she's confident they could manage that in time. But still, the point remains: the present is for living, and living hard. If right now that means losing herself in Verso, then she'll do so completely.
His mouth is at her throat and her lips part inadvertently in a sharp inhale, the contact sending a pleasant chill from top to bottom. Her teeth flash in an upturned smile when he speaks: the words pierce her with a newfound thrill, adding another element to savor. He's usually a little evasive, a little more likely to keep her at arm's length...though those had been conversations in a very different context. She finds she's almost as excited to hear what he has to say in an intimate setting as she is to actually see what he does. ]
By all means. [ Sciel laughs breathily, arcing back to give him better access. ] Best to be thorough.
[ He's at her neck and it's hot and wet and still not enough. There is an insatiable maw within her that is widening faster than she can keep up with it, yawning for more. So, deftly, she shifts so she's straddling him, all the while making sure he has more than enough room to maneuver as he has been, loathe as she is for him to break contact with the skin at her throat. He'll feel there the pounding thud of her pulse; he'll now feel below, too, the same insistent hum. ]
Mm, already I'm-...very impressed by the versatility. Of your tongue.
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...Mm, no, she's confident they could manage that in time. But still, the point remains: the present is for living, and living hard. If right now that means losing herself in Verso, then she'll do so completely.
His mouth is at her throat and her lips part inadvertently in a sharp inhale, the contact sending a pleasant chill from top to bottom. Her teeth flash in an upturned smile when he speaks: the words pierce her with a newfound thrill, adding another element to savor. He's usually a little evasive, a little more likely to keep her at arm's length...though those had been conversations in a very different context. She finds she's almost as excited to hear what he has to say in an intimate setting as she is to actually see what he does. ]
By all means. [ Sciel laughs breathily, arcing back to give him better access. ] Best to be thorough.
[ He's at her neck and it's hot and wet and still not enough. There is an insatiable maw within her that is widening faster than she can keep up with it, yawning for more. So, deftly, she shifts so she's straddling him, all the while making sure he has more than enough room to maneuver as he has been, loathe as she is for him to break contact with the skin at her throat. He'll feel there the pounding thud of her pulse; he'll now feel below, too, the same insistent hum. ]
Mm, already I'm-...very impressed by the versatility. Of your tongue.