[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: 2019-10-08 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?"