[Surprised by her boldness, he moves with her without resistance, pinned by her body but lifting himself up in whatever way he can to meet her, both curious and thirsty for the affection she's peppering down upon him. When she bends to kiss him he tilts his head towards her lips, as she shifts against his body his hands rise to touch her thighs, tentative at first to gauge her reaction as they are the first point of contact his hands reach, and then, if she shows no objection, slide gently upwards, fingertips gliding to her hips, her sides, her shoulders, the spots he can reach. It's nowhere that he wouldn't likely have touched already either through training or their time spent together, but this time is different- intentional, an exploration of how she feels, the shape of her, what she likes. He's so careful, with this being so new, the restraints of his position and duties tying him to some grounded-in propriety yet wanting to give back to her nonetheless. Her smooth, unblemished skin makes for easy passage, an open pathway with no scars or marks to distract, only her clothes, and thank goodness for those or he'd be even less elegant in his words than usual.
Wonderful, she says again. Is she serious? He sets free a huff of breathy laughter between kisses, another helpless smile crossing his lips, his hands gliding down her arms at both sides to find her hands, both to support her and to wind their fingers together for a few moments at least.]
Guess I can't help it. Takes one to know one?
[He's not the one who gets to decide that, is it? He can talk a big game, especially in battle or training where he knows he has the skill, but here where it's safe, that isn't really up to him. But it means he can be the one to decide she's wonderful, too, so- fair is fair.]
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Wonderful, she says again. Is she serious? He sets free a huff of breathy laughter between kisses, another helpless smile crossing his lips, his hands gliding down her arms at both sides to find her hands, both to support her and to wind their fingers together for a few moments at least.]
Guess I can't help it. Takes one to know one?
[He's not the one who gets to decide that, is it? He can talk a big game, especially in battle or training where he knows he has the skill, but here where it's safe, that isn't really up to him. But it means he can be the one to decide she's wonderful, too, so- fair is fair.]