[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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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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