[ Gladio doesn't even challenge that first statement. He knows she would, respects that she could exercise that right and he'd feel certainly a tug of regret from any rejection and yet... clearly not his place to dictate or demand.
But he has little opportunity to concern himself with such things now, not when she's backing into him like this. Tantalizing him with her body now that they're alone and behind the privacy and security of closed doors. He hums in approval, running his hands up and down her body as she moves against him, then spins in his arms to face him. He wastes little time in kissing her again, this time full on the mouth - reacquainting himself with the taste and feel of her lips against his.
Her body is warm and welcoming and... strangely more relaxed now they're behind closed doors. Maybe it's him. Who knows, all that really matters is that there's a comfort now that he didn't feel previously. It relaxes the tension in his shoulders, lets him pour it out in his hands and heart and mouth as he closes in on her. ]
I certainly wouldn't be able to get away with this, right?
[ His calloused hands skim up her pale thighs, pushing up beneath the abbreviated hemline of her skirt to follow the curve of her hips, fingers touching the softness of her skin until he feels something different, the thin fabric of her underwear that she wears underneath. He pulls at them, pausing as he draws the fabric away from her skin at the sides for signs of refusal, then rolls them down her legs, letting them fall around her ankles once they've passed a certain point where gravity can take over.
Given her height, he doesn't have to bend down much, just looks into her face as he rises back to full height and walks forward, cornering her against the wall. ]
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But he has little opportunity to concern himself with such things now, not when she's backing into him like this. Tantalizing him with her body now that they're alone and behind the privacy and security of closed doors. He hums in approval, running his hands up and down her body as she moves against him, then spins in his arms to face him. He wastes little time in kissing her again, this time full on the mouth - reacquainting himself with the taste and feel of her lips against his.
Her body is warm and welcoming and... strangely more relaxed now they're behind closed doors. Maybe it's him. Who knows, all that really matters is that there's a comfort now that he didn't feel previously. It relaxes the tension in his shoulders, lets him pour it out in his hands and heart and mouth as he closes in on her. ]
I certainly wouldn't be able to get away with this, right?
[ His calloused hands skim up her pale thighs, pushing up beneath the abbreviated hemline of her skirt to follow the curve of her hips, fingers touching the softness of her skin until he feels something different, the thin fabric of her underwear that she wears underneath. He pulls at them, pausing as he draws the fabric away from her skin at the sides for signs of refusal, then rolls them down her legs, letting them fall around her ankles once they've passed a certain point where gravity can take over.
Given her height, he doesn't have to bend down much, just looks into her face as he rises back to full height and walks forward, cornering her against the wall. ]
Where were we...