[ she sees that smile!! she knows he's not going to complain and mean it. she watched him gravitate towards that cat pillow and then blush and squeeze it again.
(don't look in the closet, that's where the banner is hiding).
Nero only needs to use a few fingers to count the amount of generous partners she's had. it's uncertain why - perhaps intimidation by her station or her overwhelming magnificence. but she's used to a desperate struggle or a bland submissive. either people too closely matched and demanding their own satisfaction - or those diametrically opposite, that it's masturbation with another's body.
and thus she's on top, but its much self-protection as it is her own will. because when he doesn't use his knees or strength against her, the grip with her legs begins to loosen. her fingers still underneath his sweater but not to dig into ribs. to continue upward, her hands cold and hungry just for the warmth. this is a good sweater. makes sense why he's kept it despite the many patches.
there's going to be glitter all over his clothes. every time he puts this shirt on, more glitter will show back up.
he looks so out of place it's giving her a smile. like a historical anomaly but one they don't need computers and Dr. Roman to point out. his hair clashes with the gold and scarlet and there ought to have been a dress code sent over. but also satisfying for all of the herculean effort it had taken to get him there. mingled in with the kernel of a thought - hope he's comfortable. enjoying this. that this isn't pity or....she'll stop that line of thought right now. because she's smiling, tipping her head into his hands. stubborn fool.
and she's prepared to start slipping down his height, her robe bunching up and revealing a distinct lack of underwear - trying, seriously, this slow thing no matter how desperate and clingy the texts were. just to put her forehead on his and -
- and he pinches her!!!! ]
Eep -!
[ have a retaliatory pinch to his ribs. and then another one on his chest as a hand comes up to his pectorals. hm. not as big a chest as hers, but one she'll spread her fingers across anyway. ]
How dare you!
[ said right before she puts her mouth back on his throat. better to hide her face as it turns pink. ]
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(don't look in the closet, that's where the banner is hiding).
Nero only needs to use a few fingers to count the amount of generous partners she's had. it's uncertain why - perhaps intimidation by her station or her overwhelming magnificence. but she's used to a desperate struggle or a bland submissive. either people too closely matched and demanding their own satisfaction - or those diametrically opposite, that it's masturbation with another's body.
and thus she's on top, but its much self-protection as it is her own will. because when he doesn't use his knees or strength against her, the grip with her legs begins to loosen. her fingers still underneath his sweater but not to dig into ribs. to continue upward, her hands cold and hungry just for the warmth. this is a good sweater. makes sense why he's kept it despite the many patches.
there's going to be glitter all over his clothes. every time he puts this shirt on, more glitter will show back up.
he looks so out of place it's giving her a smile. like a historical anomaly but one they don't need computers and Dr. Roman to point out. his hair clashes with the gold and scarlet and there ought to have been a dress code sent over. but also satisfying for all of the herculean effort it had taken to get him there. mingled in with the kernel of a thought - hope he's comfortable. enjoying this. that this isn't pity or....she'll stop that line of thought right now. because she's smiling, tipping her head into his hands. stubborn fool.
and she's prepared to start slipping down his height, her robe bunching up and revealing a distinct lack of underwear - trying, seriously, this slow thing no matter how desperate and clingy the texts were. just to put her forehead on his and -
- and he pinches her!!!! ]
Eep -!
[ have a retaliatory pinch to his ribs. and then another one on his chest as a hand comes up to his pectorals. hm. not as big a chest as hers, but one she'll spread her fingers across anyway. ]
How dare you!
[ said right before she puts her mouth back on his throat. better to hide her face as it turns pink. ]