Fufufuu, if that is the case, then we can enjoy our time together~
[Having him seated is perfect, right where she wants him just so that she can climb onto his lap. It's always been her favorite spot with others, and straddling Sinistra comes naturally. The thrum of Chroma kicking in is a delightful experience; it's something she'll never get bored of.]
I welcome your touch, so embrace your curiosity with me.
[Fiona starts off simple by caressing his cheek, a peck against his other before she presses her lips gently against the corner of his mouth. It would be good to see how willing his is and how much she needs to take the ropes into her own hands. Nothing she isn't used to.]
[ He's surprised when she settles into his lap, keeping his hands at his side as she gets close. He is usually in her position, but he always appreciates the warm, soft feeling of weight on his lap.
Despite his whole, wild existence as a mutual sex source with the Archangel, he's always bewildered by other partners. There's no turbulent feelings between himself and Fiona - in fact, she's very kind in a way people here tend to be kind. It's jarring compared to what he's used to.
He looks at her as if he's not really sure that it's okay, but she kisses his face so gently, no hunger behind it, and it's enough to tempt him to touch. He brings his thin hands against her thighs and gently runs his fingers over them and up to the curve of her hips to rest his palms there. She's soft under his fingers and it's nice to feel. If left alone, he could probably just touch all day to make up for years without it. ]
[Luckily for Sinistra, Fiona doesn't have any plans aside from avoiding the other survivors. So she could be quite content with lounging around all day and soaking up both his presence and the Chroma. Not a bad idea, really. His gradual exploration is nice enough as his palms leave a trail of pleasant warmth along her skin. The priestess sighs her approval as she nuzzles against his cheek before finally pressing her lips to his.
Her kiss is soft and leisurely with a touch of affection she'd reserve for her fellows from the manor. Maybe it's compassion (or pity) that allows her to be so tender with the young man, but it's undeniable that she feels the need to pamper him. It's a soft spot, yet Fiona finds him deserving. Her arms wrap loosely around his shoulders as she leans forward to press her chest to his. If she can satisfy him with her own body, then they can both enjoy. How nice that would be.]
[ He's used to being treated more urgently, so her gentleness makes him nearly feel awkward. She's touching him sweetly... even when the Archangel projects his affection for his brother onto him, it doesn't feel like this.
Even her kiss is sweet. He almost hesitates to return it, like it's a completely different act than the hungry, often biting, kisses that he shares with his housemate. He leans his wait forward, pressing his mouth against hers with tempered excitement, dull blue eyes shutting. He slides his hands back around her waist and laces his fingers together against her lower back. ]
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[Having him seated is perfect, right where she wants him just so that she can climb onto his lap. It's always been her favorite spot with others, and straddling Sinistra comes naturally. The thrum of Chroma kicking in is a delightful experience; it's something she'll never get bored of.]
I welcome your touch, so embrace your curiosity with me.
[Fiona starts off simple by caressing his cheek, a peck against his other before she presses her lips gently against the corner of his mouth. It would be good to see how willing his is and how much she needs to take the ropes into her own hands. Nothing she isn't used to.]
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Despite his whole, wild existence as a mutual sex source with the Archangel, he's always bewildered by other partners. There's no turbulent feelings between himself and Fiona - in fact, she's very kind in a way people here tend to be kind. It's jarring compared to what he's used to.
He looks at her as if he's not really sure that it's okay, but she kisses his face so gently, no hunger behind it, and it's enough to tempt him to touch. He brings his thin hands against her thighs and gently runs his fingers over them and up to the curve of her hips to rest his palms there. She's soft under his fingers and it's nice to feel. If left alone, he could probably just touch all day to make up for years without it. ]
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Her kiss is soft and leisurely with a touch of affection she'd reserve for her fellows from the manor. Maybe it's compassion (or pity) that allows her to be so tender with the young man, but it's undeniable that she feels the need to pamper him. It's a soft spot, yet Fiona finds him deserving. Her arms wrap loosely around his shoulders as she leans forward to press her chest to his. If she can satisfy him with her own body, then they can both enjoy. How nice that would be.]
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Even her kiss is sweet. He almost hesitates to return it, like it's a completely different act than the hungry, often biting, kisses that he shares with his housemate. He leans his wait forward, pressing his mouth against hers with tempered excitement, dull blue eyes shutting. He slides his hands back around her waist and laces his fingers together against her lower back. ]