[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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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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