[ He takes a breath when he feels her fingers scrape his scalp lightly, the thud of her gloves hitting the floor sending sparks of excitement through him that he has to contain. He can curb his red-blood for her comfort, he CAN, he knows he can.
His own hands move a little, simultaneously to the side. But before it seems he's letting go and give her chance to release him, they slide back. This time under her cape, rather than over it. The fingertips between her shoulder blades are a little more forceful, just a shade of that mastery of pressure he'd shown before but still not overtly erotic. Just... trying to ease the tension, the tiredness. ]
And you have appalling manners sometimes.
[ As he says it, they're still like compliments in tone. Flaws can be appealing. ]
...But even then you're lovely, so I suppose you've got me there.
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[ He takes a breath when he feels her fingers scrape his scalp lightly, the thud of her gloves hitting the floor sending sparks of excitement through him that he has to contain. He can curb his red-blood for her comfort, he CAN, he knows he can.
His own hands move a little, simultaneously to the side. But before it seems he's letting go and give her chance to release him, they slide back. This time under her cape, rather than over it. The fingertips between her shoulder blades are a little more forceful, just a shade of that mastery of pressure he'd shown before but still not overtly erotic. Just... trying to ease the tension, the tiredness. ]
And you have appalling manners sometimes.
[ As he says it, they're still like compliments in tone. Flaws can be appealing. ]
...But even then you're lovely, so I suppose you've got me there.