[ Re-L is more free behind the closed door of her apartment, unconcerned that someone may see, that there may be something on the line, here, if they're spotted. His hands feel strangely hotter than they were, as his hands touch and explore, arching and giving as he goes. The tactile feel of touch, at least in this situation... is something she can get used to, particularly when there's the feeling of hunger for her but also a sense of appreciation for what's here, what he's able to touch now that they're alone and the door is closed. Re-L finds herself already unbearably hot all over, for some reason, body already reacting as though they'd never even taken a bit of a time out to walk back here.
Their lips meet again and Re-L's hands, at first, curl in to his shirt for a moment, as if asking him to stay in place, before eventually wandering, sliding over the hard plains of his pecs, down to his abs with a low, wanting sound. She may not be the loudest lover in Riverview, but let it not be said that she didn't know (and show) what she liked.
Gladio's fingers trail up her thighs, the roughened skin of his fingers inspiring goose bumps across her body and a warm throb of want between her legs in anticipation of what he's intending to do, watching him with lusty interest. His fingers find her underwear, and finally she decides to answer his question, a soft laugh caught in her throat. ]
No, certainly not. But, thankfully - [ A pause as she coordinate herself for a moment to kick those pesky undergarments away for her to gather up later. ] - thankfully for you, I'll let it slide this time.
[ Well, and probably every time after this, if all went well, but let's not make premature promises, hm? Not when she's pressed back to the wall, looking up at him with lidded eyes for a moment, but then...
Hands and eyes trail down, fingers hooking at his belt and giving a little tug forward before she looks back up, playful. ]
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[ Re-L is more free behind the closed door of her apartment, unconcerned that someone may see, that there may be something on the line, here, if they're spotted. His hands feel strangely hotter than they were, as his hands touch and explore, arching and giving as he goes. The tactile feel of touch, at least in this situation... is something she can get used to, particularly when there's the feeling of hunger for her but also a sense of appreciation for what's here, what he's able to touch now that they're alone and the door is closed. Re-L finds herself already unbearably hot all over, for some reason, body already reacting as though they'd never even taken a bit of a time out to walk back here.
Their lips meet again and Re-L's hands, at first, curl in to his shirt for a moment, as if asking him to stay in place, before eventually wandering, sliding over the hard plains of his pecs, down to his abs with a low, wanting sound. She may not be the loudest lover in Riverview, but let it not be said that she didn't know (and show) what she liked.
Gladio's fingers trail up her thighs, the roughened skin of his fingers inspiring goose bumps across her body and a warm throb of want between her legs in anticipation of what he's intending to do, watching him with lusty interest. His fingers find her underwear, and finally she decides to answer his question, a soft laugh caught in her throat. ]
No, certainly not. But, thankfully - [ A pause as she coordinate herself for a moment to kick those pesky undergarments away for her to gather up later. ] - thankfully for you, I'll let it slide this time.
[ Well, and probably every time after this, if all went well, but let's not make premature promises, hm? Not when she's pressed back to the wall, looking up at him with lidded eyes for a moment, but then...
Hands and eyes trail down, fingers hooking at his belt and giving a little tug forward before she looks back up, playful. ]
You're going to have to lift me up.