[The sound she makes echoes over the soft snap of the ribbon, and with that, the dress starts to fall away as easily as silk, like water over her to reveal white lace beneath, as delicate as the dress she wore over it looked, though there is hardly anything delicate about it at all. It was meant to draw his gaze with its thin layers and straps that hug her curves tight, the ensemble coming together in the matching garter that's wrapped around her leg. And on the opposite, the anklet that he had given her just the other day shimmers in the light.
She never once lets her eyes leave his, and she can see so many things hidden in his eyes, even as they rake over her form, and she wonders what he might be thinking... and if it is the same thing that sends her heart racing in her chest. That has her yearning for him all the more...
Far more than she has ever wanted him before.
A question that she, in this moment, is too afraid to ask so instead, she focuses on him now. Her hands slide down and over his chest, shoving back the already tattered shirt until he can shrug it away and let it fall to the floor to join her dress, only so that she can move onto the button on his pants, taking a moment to let her nails graze over his skin there, drinking in the heat from his body. She supposes the harpy did her a favour by taking his belt away...
But, reminded of that, she pauses to look at his arm, bringing it up so that she can tenderly run her lips over it, close to where she'd wrapped it with his torn sleeve.]
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She never once lets her eyes leave his, and she can see so many things hidden in his eyes, even as they rake over her form, and she wonders what he might be thinking... and if it is the same thing that sends her heart racing in her chest. That has her yearning for him all the more...
Far more than she has ever wanted him before.
A question that she, in this moment, is too afraid to ask so instead, she focuses on him now. Her hands slide down and over his chest, shoving back the already tattered shirt until he can shrug it away and let it fall to the floor to join her dress, only so that she can move onto the button on his pants, taking a moment to let her nails graze over his skin there, drinking in the heat from his body. She supposes the harpy did her a favour by taking his belt away...
But, reminded of that, she pauses to look at his arm, bringing it up so that she can tenderly run her lips over it, close to where she'd wrapped it with his torn sleeve.]
Does it still hurt?