[ it's not exactly sexy, but it's arousing. he's touching her and it's exciting, but not sexy. it's actually a little strange, especially when she keeps firm, steady eye contact with him. she sets her lips in a thin line to keep wheedling second doubts at bay (her conscious was tiny and quiet, but there even if she'd made up her mind), but that also suffocates any encouraging noises or wanton moans. the palpable prickles of anticipation that run across her skin would have to be enough; the way her nipples perk at the slightest contact, and the heavy thrum of her heart beneath his hand would have to be enough.
and he seems to take a cue just fine.
there's a sharp intake of breath and disgruntled grunt when she hits the mattress. cora twists and lands strangely, half on her stomach and half on her side, but bounces and recovers quickly enough. quickly enough to sit up and glare at him.
he's on her just as quickly, looming and curling his fingers in the waist of her sweats and tugging them off her hips. cora has absolutely no qualms with being naked. she took after their mother in that respect; had been incredibly stubborn about it as a younger child, and now doesn't mind that he strips her first. she, in turn, busies herself with kicking her legs out of her pants and siting up; sliding her hand across the very unsubtle bulge in his pants. she doesn't mind being naked, but wants to see and touch (so much touch) him too; likes the idea of pressing her shoulder blades to his chest, of running her hands along his side, too. so she makes a thin threat to his clothing. ]
If you don't take off your shirt, I'm going to shred it.
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and he seems to take a cue just fine.
there's a sharp intake of breath and disgruntled grunt when she hits the mattress. cora twists and lands strangely, half on her stomach and half on her side, but bounces and recovers quickly enough. quickly enough to sit up and glare at him.
he's on her just as quickly, looming and curling his fingers in the waist of her sweats and tugging them off her hips. cora has absolutely no qualms with being naked. she took after their mother in that respect; had been incredibly stubborn about it as a younger child, and now doesn't mind that he strips her first. she, in turn, busies herself with kicking her legs out of her pants and siting up; sliding her hand across the very unsubtle bulge in his pants. she doesn't mind being naked, but wants to see and touch (so much touch) him too; likes the idea of pressing her shoulder blades to his chest, of running her hands along his side, too. so she makes a thin threat to his clothing. ]
If you don't take off your shirt, I'm going to shred it.