[ Re-L behind closed doors is a completely different person, expressive when she doesn't have what could be many eyes on her - that hard expression softens, she lets her voice out more. It's a thrill to see this gradual transformation, like she's allowing herself to feel and be herself, letting down her guard. It's subtle, but not so much that Gladio misses it.
It inspires his touch all the more, wanting to see how he can make her come alive under his touch. Her laugh is nothing short of sexy, light and breathless as she kicks away the garment and accepts his advances with that same beautiful confidence. There's no shy or flustered denial here, and there's nothing frankly sexier to him than a woman who knows what she wants and has an adventurous spirit.
He draws his large body up to hers, hips first as he yanks on his belt enough to make him bump against her with a smile. One hand slips down her forearm to the fingers that grasp his belt and give them a reassuring squeeze, then he starts to unbuckle his belt, pull open the button and draw down the zipper. Taking his hands away, he puts them on her body, running down the slope of her back and backside, hips dipping forward as he pushes between her legs and hikes her up as if she weighs nothing. ]
Hooh... you're fine with this? I half expected to hear you demand I carry you into the bedroom, but since I don't know where it is...
[ The implication that this will simply have to do is obvious and goes unsaid. He's teasing her, gently, enjoying the thrill and the fact they're on the same page here. She's as eager as he is to get this party started, both of them fired up enough already from anticipation alone. He hooks one of her legs around his waist, holds the over in the crook of his arm under her knee, his hand slipping down the underside of her thigh and beneath her hemline, fingertips grazing over her lips laid bare when he stripped off her undergarment. ]
I've really wanted to for a while. Just hit me if I get too rough.
OH RIGHT WARNING: here there be raw dog, walling, basically inappropriate use of furniture
It inspires his touch all the more, wanting to see how he can make her come alive under his touch. Her laugh is nothing short of sexy, light and breathless as she kicks away the garment and accepts his advances with that same beautiful confidence. There's no shy or flustered denial here, and there's nothing frankly sexier to him than a woman who knows what she wants and has an adventurous spirit.
He draws his large body up to hers, hips first as he yanks on his belt enough to make him bump against her with a smile. One hand slips down her forearm to the fingers that grasp his belt and give them a reassuring squeeze, then he starts to unbuckle his belt, pull open the button and draw down the zipper. Taking his hands away, he puts them on her body, running down the slope of her back and backside, hips dipping forward as he pushes between her legs and hikes her up as if she weighs nothing. ]
Hooh... you're fine with this? I half expected to hear you demand I carry you into the bedroom, but since I don't know where it is...
[ The implication that this will simply have to do is obvious and goes unsaid. He's teasing her, gently, enjoying the thrill and the fact they're on the same page here. She's as eager as he is to get this party started, both of them fired up enough already from anticipation alone. He hooks one of her legs around his waist, holds the over in the crook of his arm under her knee, his hand slipping down the underside of her thigh and beneath her hemline, fingertips grazing over her lips laid bare when he stripped off her undergarment. ]
I've really wanted to for a while. Just hit me if I get too rough.