I'd probably figure it out one way or another. [Again, more implications from her tone of voice as she continues to undo one more button and then a third before slipping her hand underneath. Slowly. Nails just grazing against his chest and weight shifting to rise just slightly for better access.
Huh, more well built than she thought. Nice.]
But hey. You said you had surprises. [Her mouth, which had remained by his up until now, travels down his jawline to his ear.]
Surprise me.
[The words are low but firm murmur, almost like a sultry command before her teeth grab hold for a small bite.
She's more than ready to get this show on the road, but she's also not willing to just give him anything more than she has.]
[A low hiss escapes him, and for a moment he truly hates that he has little choice but to be passive-- it's unlike him, and well outside his comfort zone, but with both an injured arm and leg, he's at a massive disadvantage. That said, he certainly enjoys her teasing attentions, head dropping back against his headboard in response to the playful bite.
There's no denying his interest now, with physical evidence of it becoming more and more apparent, and he lets out a brief but undeniably frustrated noise, dissatisfied with the current state of things-- despite the fact that many facets of it are quite agreeable.]
You might have fared better prior to my being injured.
[And yet, there was no guarantee that there would be another opportunity once he'd healed. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Indifferent, or potentially disappointed?
A part of him feels strongly inclined to lean towards the latter.]
Generally, I don't believe in letting a lady do all the work.
[There's just a low chuckle as she pulls away from him.]
Wouldn't be the first time. [Definitely a derogatory statement of most if not all of her previous partners. All right, no, there may have been some pretty good ones, but it's not like she really keeps track.] However...
[If he was starting to miss her closeness, he'll soon be reunited when he feels her legs sling over his so that she is firmly straddling him on his hips, both of her hands now firmly pressed against his stomach and drifting lower to slip just beneath the top of his pants.]
I could make an exception this one time. Or—[And now she slowly rocks her hips down, pressing her weight against that telltale bulge.]—I could just leave you hanging right here.
[Again there is a smirk in her voice, and again she is just continuing to tease him. She really could just leave him there like that. Even though she has no issue going through with this, she is in part concerned about his injuries. But that is one reason why she's just egging him on, other than being her usual self. If she can see that he would actually be able to handle it, then all bets are off. And clothes.]
[The remark alone would have been enough to make him laugh, if not for more pressing matters-- none of which he had expected when it had been announced that he had a visitor. A soft groan escapes him as she very knowingly rolls her weight against him, not quite as stifled as he might like, and her teasing in itself feels something like a test.]
I would hope that you wouldn't be quite so cruel.
[But he knows better than to make assumptions, even though he would very much like to continue, to steal back something of the person he once was, even if it only lasted a short while. Even if it was just this once.
He wouldn't say as much, wouldn't allow himself to admit how much weight this spontaneous and seemingly frivolous act would actually mean to him.
He uses both hands to explore now, though the touch of the left is noticeably more delicate than the right as a result of his injured shoulder, and he pulls both of his hands over her hips and down her thighs before letting them slowly travel back upwards again, thumb stroking experimentally against her stomach as the other hand toys with the hem of her shirt, teasing at starting to tug it off of her.]
If you did, I suppose I could always take care of myself, but I doubt that would be anywhere near as much fun for either of us.
[There's a slow, deep exhale as she feels his hands exploring her, and she does notice how his left is not as firm as the other. As she feels that tug on her shirt, her own hands travel back up across his navel to over his shirt to return to where she had left her work half-finished. She'll undo just one more button before sliding her hands underneath once more, parting the fabric as she does.
Wow, he really is more built than she expected.
Leaning forward, he'll feel her weight press down against him with the movement. It won't be as hard as before, but it will be noticeable.]
No, but who knows. Maybe I could just borrow your little partner and have more fun with myself.
[Another derisive remark, another dig to challenge him. Well, as much of a challenge as he can in his current condition.]
[He reacts quickly, taking advantage of her having leaned forward, threading his fingers through her hair as he takes hold of the back of her head, pulling her further down to meet him in a kiss, this one far more demanding than those that came before it. The other hand continues to toy with her top, finally beginning to slowly roll the edge of it upwards as though he were unwrapping a gift to himself.]
That would be a terrible waste.
[The words are murmured against her lips, though the image that particular dig conjures up certainly isn't an unpleasant one. He feels a shiver run through him as his shirt is parted, the slide of her touch against his shirt near electric, setting his nerves alight with sensation, awakening a craving for more.]
[She is actually surprised by the sudden kiss, but not unpleasantly so. Especially when she feels the demand behind it, one that she counters with her own until it breaks. She can feel him toying with her top and it rising her up along her back. She half wonders how he'll handle the bra, actually amused at the thought since that would be a good tell as to whatever experience he has.
Her hands had gripped his sides more firmly during the kiss, and now one moves up to alongside his neck and then fingering the frames of his glasses.]
Mmm, would it? [She playfully bites at his lower lip.] Personally I think all this talking is a waste. [Of time.
And she'll once again press her hips down against him, but this time with a lot more force and with a biting kiss to seal the deal.]
[Another groan escapes him, louder this time-- though it's muted by their meeting of lips, harsh and searing as the kiss is. The biting doesn't seem to bother him in the least-- in fact, he bites back the first opportunity he has, catching her own lower lip between his teeth. The kiss breaks only long enough for him to finally free her from her top, his hand skimming down her back and coming to rest between her shoulderblades before he finds the clasp of her bra, deftly working it with one hand, having no need for a visual.
It's been some time, but nimble fingers serve him well, and he unclasps it without much difficulty despite being a touch rusty.]
I'm inclined to agree.
[There's little he can do about his own clothing with her having him pinned, but he'll let her manage that as she likes, turning his face into her touch as she toys with his glasses.]
[The sudden of rush of air meeting bare skin sends a soft shiver down her spine, one that only incites her further. She's even more intrigued when she feels him handle the clasp one handed, and in some ways amused. Clearly has done it before, just not recently—or often.
So there's just a small laugh against his mouth as she straightens just enough to pull the rest off herself and discard it before taking off his glasses, setting it aside somewhere (she tries to put it far enough away, but you know, kind of too preoccupied to really be that considerate), and then returning her mouth to his. Really a shame he can't see her, but then again at least she doesn't have to bother putting on a show for him. Not that she would, but sometimes it can be fun.
She'll first reach down to finish undoing those buttons—though at this point it's a bit more rushed and forceful. If he loses one—well she got him a new one already and maybe Iris can fix it later (while both questioning and not questioning what happened—probably). As to the puzzle on how to remove said shirt, well she may give him a little leeway to rise up as her hands slide up his chest and to his shoulder to help pull and tug those sleeves off.
Of course if she gets impatient enough she may just pull him upright for herself, so there's that option as well.]
[His experience is enough, at least, to get the job done, though he's glad that she takes the liberty of shedding the bra the rest of the way herself. He lets his hands explore as their mouths find one another once more, taking her in the only way he can now, letting his fingers trace along the slope and curve of her breast before he begins teasing at one of her nipples with his thumb, his tongue parting her lips and searching for hers as she makes short work of the rest of his buttons.
Breaking apart is an unfortunate necessity, and he lets out a brief, irate huff as he props himself up on his good arm, shrugging his way out of the shirt to leave his upper half bare. They're about matched, now, in how much they've shed, though they still have a ways to go, and he lets out a murmured noise of appreciation against her lips as she helps him to cast the shirt aside.]
Now to make short work of the rest.
[Before they get so involved that they become a haphazard tangle of limbs unable to do away with the rest of their clothing.]
[There will certainly be muffled moans at his teasing touch, and she will push herself into his hand. As nice and sensual as those light touches are, she's growing a bit more impatient for more. All of which will soon be reflected even more now that they're halfway done with the tedious undressing portion of this affair.]
So long as the part after isn't too short.
[A teasing bite before she rolls off of him. Not that she couldn't undo and work off his pants herself from her previous position, but she has enough clarity of mind to remember his injured leg. No bigger turn off than having one's partner suffer the wrong kind of pain.
Besides. It might be nice to give him a chance to do something for once instead of her keeping him down all the time.]
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Huh, more well built than she thought. Nice.]
But hey. You said you had surprises. [Her mouth, which had remained by his up until now, travels down his jawline to his ear.]
Surprise me.
[The words are low but firm murmur, almost like a sultry command before her teeth grab hold for a small bite.
She's more than ready to get this show on the road, but she's also not willing to just give him anything more than she has.]
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There's no denying his interest now, with physical evidence of it becoming more and more apparent, and he lets out a brief but undeniably frustrated noise, dissatisfied with the current state of things-- despite the fact that many facets of it are quite agreeable.]
You might have fared better prior to my being injured.
[And yet, there was no guarantee that there would be another opportunity once he'd healed. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Indifferent, or potentially disappointed?
A part of him feels strongly inclined to lean towards the latter.]
Generally, I don't believe in letting a lady do all the work.
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Wouldn't be the first time. [Definitely a derogatory statement of most if not all of her previous partners. All right, no, there may have been some pretty good ones, but it's not like she really keeps track.] However...
[If he was starting to miss her closeness, he'll soon be reunited when he feels her legs sling over his so that she is firmly straddling him on his hips, both of her hands now firmly pressed against his stomach and drifting lower to slip just beneath the top of his pants.]
I could make an exception this one time. Or—[And now she slowly rocks her hips down, pressing her weight against that telltale bulge.]—I could just leave you hanging right here.
[Again there is a smirk in her voice, and again she is just continuing to tease him. She really could just leave him there like that. Even though she has no issue going through with this, she is in part concerned about his injuries. But that is one reason why she's just egging him on, other than being her usual self. If she can see that he would actually be able to handle it, then all bets are off. And clothes.]
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I would hope that you wouldn't be quite so cruel.
[But he knows better than to make assumptions, even though he would very much like to continue, to steal back something of the person he once was, even if it only lasted a short while. Even if it was just this once.
He wouldn't say as much, wouldn't allow himself to admit how much weight this spontaneous and seemingly frivolous act would actually mean to him.
He uses both hands to explore now, though the touch of the left is noticeably more delicate than the right as a result of his injured shoulder, and he pulls both of his hands over her hips and down her thighs before letting them slowly travel back upwards again, thumb stroking experimentally against her stomach as the other hand toys with the hem of her shirt, teasing at starting to tug it off of her.]
If you did, I suppose I could always take care of myself, but I doubt that would be anywhere near as much fun for either of us.
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Wow, he really is more built than she expected.
Leaning forward, he'll feel her weight press down against him with the movement. It won't be as hard as before, but it will be noticeable.]
No, but who knows. Maybe I could just borrow your little partner and have more fun with myself.
[Another derisive remark, another dig to challenge him. Well, as much of a challenge as he can in his current condition.]
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That would be a terrible waste.
[The words are murmured against her lips, though the image that particular dig conjures up certainly isn't an unpleasant one. He feels a shiver run through him as his shirt is parted, the slide of her touch against his shirt near electric, setting his nerves alight with sensation, awakening a craving for more.]
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Her hands had gripped his sides more firmly during the kiss, and now one moves up to alongside his neck and then fingering the frames of his glasses.]
Mmm, would it? [She playfully bites at his lower lip.] Personally I think all this talking is a waste. [Of time.
And she'll once again press her hips down against him, but this time with a lot more force and with a biting kiss to seal the deal.]
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It's been some time, but nimble fingers serve him well, and he unclasps it without much difficulty despite being a touch rusty.]
I'm inclined to agree.
[There's little he can do about his own clothing with her having him pinned, but he'll let her manage that as she likes, turning his face into her touch as she toys with his glasses.]
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So there's just a small laugh against his mouth as she straightens just enough to pull the rest off herself and discard it before taking off his glasses, setting it aside somewhere (she tries to put it far enough away, but you know, kind of too preoccupied to really be that considerate), and then returning her mouth to his. Really a shame he can't see her, but then again at least she doesn't have to bother putting on a show for him. Not that she would, but sometimes it can be fun.
She'll first reach down to finish undoing those buttons—though at this point it's a bit more rushed and forceful. If he loses one—well she got him a new one already and maybe Iris can fix it later (while both questioning and not questioning what happened—probably). As to the puzzle on how to remove said shirt, well she may give him a little leeway to rise up as her hands slide up his chest and to his shoulder to help pull and tug those sleeves off.
Of course if she gets impatient enough she may just pull him upright for herself, so there's that option as well.]
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Breaking apart is an unfortunate necessity, and he lets out a brief, irate huff as he props himself up on his good arm, shrugging his way out of the shirt to leave his upper half bare. They're about matched, now, in how much they've shed, though they still have a ways to go, and he lets out a murmured noise of appreciation against her lips as she helps him to cast the shirt aside.]
Now to make short work of the rest.
[Before they get so involved that they become a haphazard tangle of limbs unable to do away with the rest of their clothing.]
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So long as the part after isn't too short.
[A teasing bite before she rolls off of him. Not that she couldn't undo and work off his pants herself from her previous position, but she has enough clarity of mind to remember his injured leg. No bigger turn off than having one's partner suffer the wrong kind of pain.
Besides. It might be nice to give him a chance to do something for once instead of her keeping him down all the time.]
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