The corset gone from her, the same softness present at her breast leads into the swell at her ribs before the sweet slope of her waist follows― a perfect place for his palm to sit, he might find― before the width of her plush hips, the coy place where her lap meets his own. Adeline presses nearer to him as the restricting garment falls away from her, left in her shift; feeling barely there as she does so, caught between the little playful plush of her tummy and her thighs now, making no hindrance to the warmth pressed against his lap.
And she does press closer, even still, letting her curious little hands guide his coat from him, beginning on the buttons of his shirtfront, each traded for a small token of a kiss― wherever she might reach, stealing closer to his mouth, a welcome distraction. A giggly breath, a moan precedes her speech, feeling the girlish thrill of arousal spill into her with each press of his mouth to her skin, wherever it may choose to land.
"―Speak, Connor," is her playful command, both teasing, beckoning as well as sweetly proud. Two dainty hands find the bare of his chest, pressing against him, crawling up to his collarbones as she mimics his prior action― her lips to his throat, first coyly chaste, then blooming open with heat. "Mmh― do not spare me your thoughts!"
Her teasing nature continued to reveal itself as she undressed him― her touch sinking lower, pressing closer to him as she made quick work of his buttons― though the same hands hesitate, knowingly, above his belt. She won't offer him too much comfort yet.
[He tips his head to allow her better access to his neck, rolling his shoulders so that his shirt falls from them. Pulling his arms free, he then rests his hands back on her waist and pulls her close.]
I'm sorry. You're very distracting.
[His voice wavers a little as she reaches his belt, and he shifts underneath her slightly. He can feel himself pressing hard against her, and having his pants open would be a welcome relief... but he's not about to do it himself. He'll let her have her fun.]
And also a tease, apparently.
[Connor gives her a slight smirk, leaning in to nip at her shoulder. He likes this playful side of Adeline. He reaches down to start lifting her skirt so he can run his hands along her thighs, up towards her hips.]
"Is that so?" Ada inquires, as if such knowledge is a perfect surprise to her― ears perking over her head, brows risen― though the facade fades at the graze of his teeth, bursting into a bout of giggles. "―ah! Mmh― oh, you can't possibly be too surprised, could you? What surprises me is how seemingly capable you are at doing so yourself."
Her touch is a light, grazing thing; she trails up his stomach to brush ever so gently over his ribs, as if savouring the new width of bare skin available to her. She continues to press kisses to his neck, moving southward, each losing a little more restraint― until the heat of her mouth is at his throat, along a chosen collarbone. The way back up is much quicker, once or twice giving a fond glance against his skin with her lips before pausing to kiss behind his ear.
"―you're more sensitive than I expected," She murmurs there, catching his earlobe between her lips. "I can already feel you against me! Oh, it was cruel of me to doubt your... capabilities."
He can feel her grin, her touch sweeping to press against his midriff, just above his belt― feeling his own push over the plush of her thighs, where her stockings are tied with ribbon. Though only with her fingertips, she does brush teasingly against some of the tautness beneath his belt, shifting up and against him to steal her hand between. It's borderline, a touch of cruel teasing, but she makes up for it in measure with fond hands in his hair.
[He shivers a little as her fingers trail over his sides, where his gills are barely visible since they're closed. He is sensitive, it's true. Compared to people who have had years to get used to it, Connor is still learning to enjoy what his body can do. And he's an enthusiastic learner.
When Ada starts to tease him through his pants he takes in a quick breath, soon straining against the fabric in a way that might have been painful for someone who could feel it. He turns his head to catch her lips a little more aggressively, tangling a hand in her hair. His other hand creeps further up her skirt, fingers tracing light shapes over her inner thigh.]
Like I said... you're very distracting.
[He breaks the kiss to murmur it by her lips.]
And very pretty.
[He gives her another softer kiss to punctuate it, the hand under her skirt rubbing a thumb lazily over her skin.]
She gives a warm, pleased little wince at his sudden display of even further passion― feeling the delightful electricity of his hand in her hair, pulled just slightly taut. His name is on her lips, the shape of it, though it's a moment before she can speak; drawn into his kiss as she is, it's a chore just to find space to breathe.
"―is that so?" Adeline replies, a hushed breath in the amorous air, practically whispered from her mouth to his own― her touch more flush to him now, teasing as ever, but certainly less coy in how her hand takes the shape of his newfound tautness, following the lewd outline there. "I'm a welcome distraction, I might hope." Her words are punctuated with a giggle, a breath-filled sound.
She savours that softer kiss, humming warmly, contentedly amidst the affection he gives. Raising her head, she brushes her nose fondly against his own, her two-tone eyes sparkling with both fondness and play― if only for a moment, before she steals away to kiss along his jawline, allowing the warmth of her hand to follow his shape further, nearly coaxing in her motion. "―what might you ask of me, Connor? You needn't be shy."
[He breathes it out, sliding his hand between her legs finally and rubbing his hand against her through her underwear.]
I think you should undress properly and show me to your bed.
[He likes the teasing, but he wants things to progress a little more. He's worked up, he needs to get his pants off because he feels constricted like this. Even if Adeline only wants to tease him more for a little while, he'd like it to be without clothes in the way. He kisses her again, then nuzzles her neck as he continues to toy with her through the thin fabric.]
She may be a tease, but she certainly isn't immune to the taste of her own medicine― melting into his touch, every inch of her seeming to warm and soften to the beckoning between her legs, letting her head loll against one shoulder to allow his voice better entry into her ear. "―oh, not all day! You don't think me so cruel, do you?"
Adeline slips from his lap at his suggestion, stretching languidly, allowing both hands to find their way into her hair with a sigh, a smile. "Don't let me keep you waiting any longer, ser."
Her hand finds his own, stepping backward in the direction of a near hall.
[The way Ada moans his name makes him twitch under her fingers, and he presses soft kisses down her shoulder.]
I don't think you're cruel... but I do know that it can be fun to tease.
[He misses her warmth when she moves away from him, but still. Connor takes the hand and follows her into the hall, though it's a little awkward to walk when he's so hard beneath his pants.]
I really wish we'd started this in the bedroom...
[But he supposes they didn't know things were going to escalate to this, or else they would have.]
Oh, she can't help but burst with laughter as she speaks― going pink at his boldness, at his hindsight offering such clarity. She turns a gleeful, glittering blue eye over her shoulder to peek at him before whirling around on stocking feet to sweep him into her embrace.
"―you're too much," Adeline declares warmly, leaning in to steal a kiss along the edge of his mouth. "and worse yet, you're right! How cruel of me to do such a thing to my guest."
And then she's changing places, gently rearranging him into being lead in a different way― with her hands on his lapels, as if intending to affectionately back him into a corner.
"Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you. I've a reputation as a hostess to uphold!"
[He lets himself be backed up, amused by her reaction.]
Well, if you insist on making it up to me...
[He's hardly going to say no to that.]
You could start by undressing properly once we get to... wherever you're taking me.
[Connor actually doesn't know if he's being led to the bedroom or just a random wall at this point, but he's starting to care less about the "where" and more about the "when".]
Ada beams girlishly, continuing to walk him backward; soon enough, the appearance of his surroundings has shifted from the little hall to a bedroom― still in the process of being populated, though the little decor it held was suiting to her. Flowers and a few small bottles of gleaming coloured glass adorn an otherwise unimpressive wooden vanity, with a collection of cozy and colourful blankets livening the similarly-composed bed a touch.
And then her fingertips are exploring, bringing clothes away from skin to neatly cast them aside, leaving his tie about his neck as a playful token― before allowing her touch to find his belt-buckle, moving to unclasp it as she sinks to the floor in a pool of skirts. She gestures to the bed behind him, giggling quietly from her place on her knees.
"―don't worry― I'm not going to make you stand. I've tortured you plenty, haven't I?"
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Date: 2019-09-30 12:23 pm (UTC)And she does press closer, even still, letting her curious little hands guide his coat from him, beginning on the buttons of his shirtfront, each traded for a small token of a kiss― wherever she might reach, stealing closer to his mouth, a welcome distraction. A giggly breath, a moan precedes her speech, feeling the girlish thrill of arousal spill into her with each press of his mouth to her skin, wherever it may choose to land.
"―Speak, Connor," is her playful command, both teasing, beckoning as well as sweetly proud. Two dainty hands find the bare of his chest, pressing against him, crawling up to his collarbones as she mimics his prior action― her lips to his throat, first coyly chaste, then blooming open with heat. "Mmh― do not spare me your thoughts!"
Her teasing nature continued to reveal itself as she undressed him― her touch sinking lower, pressing closer to him as she made quick work of his buttons― though the same hands hesitate, knowingly, above his belt. She won't offer him too much comfort yet.
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Date: 2019-09-30 01:14 pm (UTC)I'm sorry. You're very distracting.
[His voice wavers a little as she reaches his belt, and he shifts underneath her slightly. He can feel himself pressing hard against her, and having his pants open would be a welcome relief... but he's not about to do it himself. He'll let her have her fun.]
And also a tease, apparently.
[Connor gives her a slight smirk, leaning in to nip at her shoulder. He likes this playful side of Adeline. He reaches down to start lifting her skirt so he can run his hands along her thighs, up towards her hips.]
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Date: 2019-10-01 04:39 am (UTC)Her touch is a light, grazing thing; she trails up his stomach to brush ever so gently over his ribs, as if savouring the new width of bare skin available to her. She continues to press kisses to his neck, moving southward, each losing a little more restraint― until the heat of her mouth is at his throat, along a chosen collarbone. The way back up is much quicker, once or twice giving a fond glance against his skin with her lips before pausing to kiss behind his ear.
"―you're more sensitive than I expected," She murmurs there, catching his earlobe between her lips. "I can already feel you against me! Oh, it was cruel of me to doubt your... capabilities."
He can feel her grin, her touch sweeping to press against his midriff, just above his belt― feeling his own push over the plush of her thighs, where her stockings are tied with ribbon. Though only with her fingertips, she does brush teasingly against some of the tautness beneath his belt, shifting up and against him to steal her hand between. It's borderline, a touch of cruel teasing, but she makes up for it in measure with fond hands in his hair.
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Date: 2019-10-01 07:32 am (UTC)When Ada starts to tease him through his pants he takes in a quick breath, soon straining against the fabric in a way that might have been painful for someone who could feel it. He turns his head to catch her lips a little more aggressively, tangling a hand in her hair. His other hand creeps further up her skirt, fingers tracing light shapes over her inner thigh.]
Like I said... you're very distracting.
[He breaks the kiss to murmur it by her lips.]
And very pretty.
[He gives her another softer kiss to punctuate it, the hand under her skirt rubbing a thumb lazily over her skin.]
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Date: 2019-10-04 02:16 am (UTC)"―is that so?" Adeline replies, a hushed breath in the amorous air, practically whispered from her mouth to his own― her touch more flush to him now, teasing as ever, but certainly less coy in how her hand takes the shape of his newfound tautness, following the lewd outline there. "I'm a welcome distraction, I might hope." Her words are punctuated with a giggle, a breath-filled sound.
She savours that softer kiss, humming warmly, contentedly amidst the affection he gives. Raising her head, she brushes her nose fondly against his own, her two-tone eyes sparkling with both fondness and play― if only for a moment, before she steals away to kiss along his jawline, allowing the warmth of her hand to follow his shape further, nearly coaxing in her motion. "―what might you ask of me, Connor? You needn't be shy."
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Date: 2019-10-04 03:11 am (UTC)[He breathes it out, sliding his hand between her legs finally and rubbing his hand against her through her underwear.]
I think you should undress properly and show me to your bed.
[He likes the teasing, but he wants things to progress a little more. He's worked up, he needs to get his pants off because he feels constricted like this. Even if Adeline only wants to tease him more for a little while, he'd like it to be without clothes in the way. He kisses her again, then nuzzles her neck as he continues to toy with her through the thin fabric.]
Or do you plan on teasing me here all day?
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Date: 2019-10-05 01:05 am (UTC)She may be a tease, but she certainly isn't immune to the taste of her own medicine― melting into his touch, every inch of her seeming to warm and soften to the beckoning between her legs, letting her head loll against one shoulder to allow his voice better entry into her ear. "―oh, not all day! You don't think me so cruel, do you?"
Adeline slips from his lap at his suggestion, stretching languidly, allowing both hands to find their way into her hair with a sigh, a smile. "Don't let me keep you waiting any longer, ser."
Her hand finds his own, stepping backward in the direction of a near hall.
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Date: 2019-10-06 04:58 pm (UTC)I don't think you're cruel... but I do know that it can be fun to tease.
[He misses her warmth when she moves away from him, but still. Connor takes the hand and follows her into the hall, though it's a little awkward to walk when he's so hard beneath his pants.]
I really wish we'd started this in the bedroom...
[But he supposes they didn't know things were going to escalate to this, or else they would have.]
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Date: 2019-10-06 10:58 pm (UTC)"―you're too much," Adeline declares warmly, leaning in to steal a kiss along the edge of his mouth. "and worse yet, you're right! How cruel of me to do such a thing to my guest."
And then she's changing places, gently rearranging him into being lead in a different way― with her hands on his lapels, as if intending to affectionately back him into a corner.
"Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you. I've a reputation as a hostess to uphold!"
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Date: 2019-10-08 02:35 am (UTC)Well, if you insist on making it up to me...
[He's hardly going to say no to that.]
You could start by undressing properly once we get to... wherever you're taking me.
[Connor actually doesn't know if he's being led to the bedroom or just a random wall at this point, but he's starting to care less about the "where" and more about the "when".]
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Date: 2019-10-26 10:46 pm (UTC)And then her fingertips are exploring, bringing clothes away from skin to neatly cast them aside, leaving his tie about his neck as a playful token― before allowing her touch to find his belt-buckle, moving to unclasp it as she sinks to the floor in a pool of skirts. She gestures to the bed behind him, giggling quietly from her place on her knees.
"―don't worry― I'm not going to make you stand. I've tortured you plenty, haven't I?"