[ With all intents and purposes, if there even was a 'route' to take with this man, she'd traversed it just right. Throwing herself at him for the sake of getting this over with? Locking lips with him or pushing it? That would have stubbornly ended this very quickly. Before, it was about not liking to be touched. Now, it was learning that he didn't know how he liked to be touched. They can banter, she can make fun of his name or make him 'dance' for her and make her laugh with his reactions, but she took his hand first. She smiled in a way that made his heart flip slightly, not used to more earnest comfort.
Maybe they both cared more than they wanted to let on. Did he have a big reason for taking her out of that neverending line of a coffee shop? He had the excuse of wanting information, to stick it to the resort, or show that he could be a better host than these assholes could ever be. Why was he trying to sound cool? Why couldn't he just take a second to think instead of putting up excuses for walls when in actuality, no matter how things turned out...
Ragna just wanted to help.
So...do try your best, Ragna. And give a girl the honesty she deserves?
Having not experienced this before, he's perhaps a little more sensitive to every little gesture, sweep, even the trace of her tongue as it slides against his. So much so that his head starts throbbing, in tune with how his heart pumps in his chest. He wasn't so starved of this kind of affection denied him that he was about to go stirring with arousal over the start. But he'd be a bold-faced liar if he tried to deny that Weiss' breath upon the air was goading him to keep going. Don't stop. Is everything she did cute when she wasn't just bullying his ass? Because the wistful sighs of the ghosts as they halt the elevator once more, not keen on interrupting such a "tender" moment, aren't registering with him anymore.
There's no real urgency, even when she pulls on the fabric of his dress shirt once she's got herself planted on the ground, something that'll net his hand, once on her thigh, rising up until it's cozily resting against her backside. Oh. That wasn't on purpose, but he doesn't pull his hand away either as his eyes open half-lidded between kisses. Ragna could say something about how she could use a few inches, poke at their height difference before that hand of his can take a curious squeeze of her soft ass. But she's being "nice", even if she was lamenting just how damn tall he was compared to her. It wasn't until she was rubbing up against him like this, his broader frame pressing her against the wall with a touch more intent, that he registered just how small she was slotted up with him.
The cadence of his voice registers low, albeit quieter as if his words were reserved for her alone as he pulls away with a gentle nip of her bottom lip, wetting his lips. ]
I could bring you up to my level.
[ Ragna doesn't even register what that would have meant, taking Weiss' feet off the floor completely. But at least he's considerate in his returning banter? If they'd found themselves sliding to the floor for that "evened" playing field, he doesn't really think he'd mind anymore. Just like how Weiss settled him into holding her hand, kissing her felt good. Really good. His forearm rests over her head as he returns to pressing his lips against hers again, this time with a more intent fervour as he breathes through his nose. Deep breath.
His lips part, the wet 'smack' of their kisses and his tongue delves into her mouth as much as he gives her that same level of depth to his. He doesn't surface. And when it feels like his lungs are burning, he breathes through his nose again...only this time, Weiss would be rewarded for it as he drinks deep of her. A drowned moan, one that turns into a rumble in his throat as his fingers squeeze into her backside a little more. ]
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Maybe they both cared more than they wanted to let on. Did he have a big reason for taking her out of that neverending line of a coffee shop? He had the excuse of wanting information, to stick it to the resort, or show that he could be a better host than these assholes could ever be. Why was he trying to sound cool? Why couldn't he just take a second to think instead of putting up excuses for walls when in actuality, no matter how things turned out...
Ragna just wanted to help.
So...do try your best, Ragna. And give a girl the honesty she deserves?
Having not experienced this before, he's perhaps a little more sensitive to every little gesture, sweep, even the trace of her tongue as it slides against his. So much so that his head starts throbbing, in tune with how his heart pumps in his chest. He wasn't so starved of this kind of affection denied him that he was about to go stirring with arousal over the start. But he'd be a bold-faced liar if he tried to deny that Weiss' breath upon the air was goading him to keep going. Don't stop. Is everything she did cute when she wasn't just bullying his ass? Because the wistful sighs of the ghosts as they halt the elevator once more, not keen on interrupting such a "tender" moment, aren't registering with him anymore.
There's no real urgency, even when she pulls on the fabric of his dress shirt once she's got herself planted on the ground, something that'll net his hand, once on her thigh, rising up until it's cozily resting against her backside. Oh. That wasn't on purpose, but he doesn't pull his hand away either as his eyes open half-lidded between kisses. Ragna could say something about how she could use a few inches, poke at their height difference before that hand of his can take a curious squeeze of her soft ass. But she's being "nice", even if she was lamenting just how damn tall he was compared to her. It wasn't until she was rubbing up against him like this, his broader frame pressing her against the wall with a touch more intent, that he registered just how small she was slotted up with him.
The cadence of his voice registers low, albeit quieter as if his words were reserved for her alone as he pulls away with a gentle nip of her bottom lip, wetting his lips. ]
I could bring you up to my level.
[ Ragna doesn't even register what that would have meant, taking Weiss' feet off the floor completely. But at least he's considerate in his returning banter? If they'd found themselves sliding to the floor for that "evened" playing field, he doesn't really think he'd mind anymore. Just like how Weiss settled him into holding her hand, kissing her felt good. Really good. His forearm rests over her head as he returns to pressing his lips against hers again, this time with a more intent fervour as he breathes through his nose. Deep breath.
His lips part, the wet 'smack' of their kisses and his tongue delves into her mouth as much as he gives her that same level of depth to his. He doesn't surface. And when it feels like his lungs are burning, he breathes through his nose again...only this time, Weiss would be rewarded for it as he drinks deep of her. A drowned moan, one that turns into a rumble in his throat as his fingers squeeze into her backside a little more. ]