She grins at the idea, at the details of it. "That would be something to see," she says. "It sounds so dramatic, like a poem." Of course, if it was a poem there'd be all manner of fantastic details, not just the simple truth of two people inexplicably connected to each other.
She doesn't mind being told pretty things, but -- no, this isn't the priority. Right now she's trusting her body and his to express what's being felt and that's enough, she can pour all of herself into this kiss and that counts for so, so much.
When he's fully undressed, she can't help it, her mouth falls open -- she's not shocked, it's just that suddenly this has all become even more real. She's marveling at the sight of him, surprised and not surprised at all by the feelings he's able to inspire in her. It's not as if she's never felt indistinct yearnings before, but this very specific, direct lust is somehow so different. "Would you like to...?" she begins, nodding to the rest of her clothing. Somehow she very much wants that.
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She doesn't mind being told pretty things, but -- no, this isn't the priority. Right now she's trusting her body and his to express what's being felt and that's enough, she can pour all of herself into this kiss and that counts for so, so much.
When he's fully undressed, she can't help it, her mouth falls open -- she's not shocked, it's just that suddenly this has all become even more real. She's marveling at the sight of him, surprised and not surprised at all by the feelings he's able to inspire in her. It's not as if she's never felt indistinct yearnings before, but this very specific, direct lust is somehow so different. "Would you like to...?" she begins, nodding to the rest of her clothing. Somehow she very much wants that.