( he drops his palm against her ass, not really a slap but more of a caress, curving around the shape of her, down to her thigh. that she's beautiful isn't in question — she has an incredible body, and she's always been able to turn him on across a room with a look.
but she knows him too well. he laughs, and frets with the hem of her skirt where it falls against her thighs. he slips briefly beneath the fabric, stroking the soft lacy panel of her panties between her legs. just enough to tantalize before he withdraws it. )
Okay, no. Probably not. I'd be obligated to arrest myself, and that gets messy.
( from there, he tugs her shirt up, worrying it back and forth so he can pull it from where it's pinched between her stomach and his thighs. the one disadvantage of this position is that mako is very much a boob sort of guy, so having restricted access is killing him slowly. he does peel her shirt up over her breasts, leaving it in a tangle somewhere south of her collarbone. he leans down to kiss her bared shoulder, one hand steadying her hips, the other cupping a breast, fingers rolling the nipple. )
Remember your safe word?
( he knows she does, but. he wants to check in first, make sure she's still a hundred percent on board for this. he knows it's... a lot, for her, to give up control in a way as complete as this. letting herself be vulnerable and open. he'll treasure that trust, but he's also not married to the idea of doing a scene like this — if she wants to stop, it wouldn't be more than a bit of sexual frustration easily worked out on his own. )
[Yeah, maybe they should work their way up the roleplaying ladder first. Preferably with something that isn't either of their professions. Definitely not with something that'd just make him feel guilty.
Sheryl inhales a little when she feels that hand, warm and a little calloused, cup her ass and dip between her thighs, a teasing, tantalizing bit of friction against lacy silk that. She's always been one to naturally prefer femininity-- softness, curves, beauty-- but she's always enjoyed how his hands feel on her skin.
She lifts her torso as much as she can given the position (admittedly, not much, with the current angle) so that Mako can work her shirt up over her full breasts, exposing them to the air even if not to his eyes. Her nipples are already peaked, which she is going to mentally attribute to the cool autumn air and not, say, arousal.
Oh, who is she kidding? That feels fantastic as his hand slips underneath her and begins teasing her chest. Again, she inhales a soft, long breath.]
I do. I think I can avoid saying "pineapple" accidentally.
[She says, that teasing tone in her voice as ever, but it's a little breathy-- a little wavery.
She's nervous. Rather, she's anxious. She trusts Mako completely, of course, and she knows he won't betray her trust or hurt her. But signing over her agency like this is still intimidating. She's not entirely sure how this is going to go down; watching videos can only prepare you so much.]
Just don't leave any marks... where people can see, okay?
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but she knows him too well. he laughs, and frets with the hem of her skirt where it falls against her thighs. he slips briefly beneath the fabric, stroking the soft lacy panel of her panties between her legs. just enough to tantalize before he withdraws it. )
Okay, no. Probably not. I'd be obligated to arrest myself, and that gets messy.
( from there, he tugs her shirt up, worrying it back and forth so he can pull it from where it's pinched between her stomach and his thighs. the one disadvantage of this position is that mako is very much a boob sort of guy, so having restricted access is killing him slowly. he does peel her shirt up over her breasts, leaving it in a tangle somewhere south of her collarbone. he leans down to kiss her bared shoulder, one hand steadying her hips, the other cupping a breast, fingers rolling the nipple. )
Remember your safe word?
( he knows she does, but. he wants to check in first, make sure she's still a hundred percent on board for this. he knows it's... a lot, for her, to give up control in a way as complete as this. letting herself be vulnerable and open. he'll treasure that trust, but he's also not married to the idea of doing a scene like this — if she wants to stop, it wouldn't be more than a bit of sexual frustration easily worked out on his own. )
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Sheryl inhales a little when she feels that hand, warm and a little calloused, cup her ass and dip between her thighs, a teasing, tantalizing bit of friction against lacy silk that. She's always been one to naturally prefer femininity-- softness, curves, beauty-- but she's always enjoyed how his hands feel on her skin.
She lifts her torso as much as she can given the position (admittedly, not much, with the current angle) so that Mako can work her shirt up over her full breasts, exposing them to the air even if not to his eyes. Her nipples are already peaked, which she is going to mentally attribute to the cool autumn air and not, say, arousal.
Oh, who is she kidding? That feels fantastic as his hand slips underneath her and begins teasing her chest. Again, she inhales a soft, long breath.]
I do. I think I can avoid saying "pineapple" accidentally.
[She says, that teasing tone in her voice as ever, but it's a little breathy-- a little wavery.
She's nervous. Rather, she's anxious. She trusts Mako completely, of course, and she knows he won't betray her trust or hurt her. But signing over her agency like this is still intimidating. She's not entirely sure how this is going to go down; watching videos can only prepare you so much.]
Just don't leave any marks... where people can see, okay?