[ Experiencing many things for the first time has a way with making one adventurous. She'd spent so much time closed up on the rabbit with Vincent and Pino, making herself miserable in the process, that when she'd come out of it.. there'd been nothing to do but to try and force herself to take these changes a little bit better. The Eluvio, and now Riverview, had forced that resolution through, at least when it came to being alone with people or just.. out of the public eye in general. There she still felt the absolute need to close off and become like her old self, back in Romdeau where appearances were everything.
Here and now, with Gladio, it's not so hard to let things fall by the way side. She's in no way shy about her body, finds nothing shameful in finding and getting what she wants, even if other people might've shied away from being so straight forward. There's been enough time spent dancing around one another with little glances and flirting words, close but not close enough when he was showing her proper forms or something of the like. As much as she'd played dumb with Iggy, in the dome, she wasn't so dense as to not see when someone was flirting or when she'd caught their eye. No, it was just a simple decision to ignore it, then, plain and simple.
She'd been about to ask him about his belt when he moves to unbuckle it for her, unabashedly watching him as he unbuckles the belt, pulls the button and zipper, pale hands moving to trace his sides and back as he does so. She's not sure what to expect out of this, honestly, but.. what the hell. The worst was already over hiding in the back, dark corner of a club. There's something about the fact that she knows they're on a mostly level playing field, here, but he's unafraid to reach, touch, take control and show her what they're doing, either. Her skirt is gathered up practically at her waist by the time he lifts her, legs easily opening to accept him between them as her arms move to wrap around Gladio's neck instead, relaxed there as her fingers can't seem to stay out of his hair. ]
It's upstairs but.. I don't mind.. The furniture needs a little breaking in, at any rate. [ Implying that they didn't just have to stay here, even, but she's not opposed, moving for a moment to pull her hair out from behind her shoulders for a little more freedom of movement for her head as he readjusts where her legs fall. It's smart to determine these things, anyway - she's got long legs and they're going to have to go somewhere after all.
Lashes flutter as rough fingers graze over sensitive skin, a soft breath sneaking past her lips before she's looking back to his face, somehow still more needy even in those few spare moments. ]
I'm glad I wasn't reading signals wrong.. [ Though that little smirk seems to indicate that she knew she wasn't - a bit like a cat that got the cream, voice a little lower when she speaks again. ]
Let's just say I'm not as fragile as I look, mn? Necessary roughness won't hurt my pride.
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[ Experiencing many things for the first time has a way with making one adventurous. She'd spent so much time closed up on the rabbit with Vincent and Pino, making herself miserable in the process, that when she'd come out of it.. there'd been nothing to do but to try and force herself to take these changes a little bit better. The Eluvio, and now Riverview, had forced that resolution through, at least when it came to being alone with people or just.. out of the public eye in general. There she still felt the absolute need to close off and become like her old self, back in Romdeau where appearances were everything.
Here and now, with Gladio, it's not so hard to let things fall by the way side. She's in no way shy about her body, finds nothing shameful in finding and getting what she wants, even if other people might've shied away from being so straight forward. There's been enough time spent dancing around one another with little glances and flirting words, close but not close enough when he was showing her proper forms or something of the like. As much as she'd played dumb with Iggy, in the dome, she wasn't so dense as to not see when someone was flirting or when she'd caught their eye. No, it was just a simple decision to ignore it, then, plain and simple.
She'd been about to ask him about his belt when he moves to unbuckle it for her, unabashedly watching him as he unbuckles the belt, pulls the button and zipper, pale hands moving to trace his sides and back as he does so. She's not sure what to expect out of this, honestly, but.. what the hell. The worst was already over hiding in the back, dark corner of a club. There's something about the fact that she knows they're on a mostly level playing field, here, but he's unafraid to reach, touch, take control and show her what they're doing, either. Her skirt is gathered up practically at her waist by the time he lifts her, legs easily opening to accept him between them as her arms move to wrap around Gladio's neck instead, relaxed there as her fingers can't seem to stay out of his hair. ]
It's upstairs but.. I don't mind.. The furniture needs a little breaking in, at any rate. [ Implying that they didn't just have to stay here, even, but she's not opposed, moving for a moment to pull her hair out from behind her shoulders for a little more freedom of movement for her head as he readjusts where her legs fall. It's smart to determine these things, anyway - she's got long legs and they're going to have to go somewhere after all.
Lashes flutter as rough fingers graze over sensitive skin, a soft breath sneaking past her lips before she's looking back to his face, somehow still more needy even in those few spare moments. ]
I'm glad I wasn't reading signals wrong.. [ Though that little smirk seems to indicate that she knew she wasn't - a bit like a cat that got the cream, voice a little lower when she speaks again. ]
Let's just say I'm not as fragile as I look, mn? Necessary roughness won't hurt my pride.