[ It's a genuine question of confusion, but at the same time, Weiss refuses to put too much thought into it. He's supposed to apologise, to try and make it up to her for the inconvenience he's causing her for being too tall. He's not supposed to say something like that— whatever it is he meant to say. And he sure as hell is going to know it. ]
That sounds stupid and not cute.
[ Stupid as it may be though, it's not enough for her to want to call this quits. A soft huff, traces of a laugh, and that's all there is to it. Maybe she should just stop talking to him and focus on the less stupid things about him. Does the Grim Reaper have a good chest? She'll find out as she feels him up, her slender fingers splaying over his heart, up a little and then back down. Nothing too greedy just yet, soft and gentle instead. Up until she hears. that rumble in his throat though, up until his hand gets a good squeeze of her ass.
It gets her hand to curl against his chest again, nails digging a little into his dress shirt when she tenses up for a split second and moans. The tension only lasts for a short while until her hand relaxes against him again, and her tongue seeks his out more, making sure he really gets a good feel and taste of hers. She really is in the mood now, and she doesn't even need her food to get laced with drugs for it. And as she decides to let her hand dip lower, she stops just before she pulls on his shirt to untuck it.
Finally, she pulls away, breathes in and out gently. Her blue eyes look so cloudy, clearly lost in the moment already and in this warmth they're sharing. She licks her lips, cutting the trail of saliva that connects her own with his, before breathing in again. For the first time, she doesn't just take what she wants without permission. From what little she's known of him since they met an hour or so ago, and how tense he got from just holding his hand even when he's wearing gloves, this just feels like the proper thing to do. ]
Under your shirt— [ Ah, that makes no sense, but she'll get there eventually. Her head's trying to tell her to just state what she wants instead of asking, but there nicer side of her fights back. ] Can I touch you?
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[ It's a genuine question of confusion, but at the same time, Weiss refuses to put too much thought into it. He's supposed to apologise, to try and make it up to her for the inconvenience he's causing her for being too tall. He's not supposed to say something like that— whatever it is he meant to say. And he sure as hell is going to know it. ]
That sounds stupid and not cute.
[ Stupid as it may be though, it's not enough for her to want to call this quits. A soft huff, traces of a laugh, and that's all there is to it. Maybe she should just stop talking to him and focus on the less stupid things about him. Does the Grim Reaper have a good chest? She'll find out as she feels him up, her slender fingers splaying over his heart, up a little and then back down. Nothing too greedy just yet, soft and gentle instead. Up until she hears. that rumble in his throat though, up until his hand gets a good squeeze of her ass.
It gets her hand to curl against his chest again, nails digging a little into his dress shirt when she tenses up for a split second and moans. The tension only lasts for a short while until her hand relaxes against him again, and her tongue seeks his out more, making sure he really gets a good feel and taste of hers. She really is in the mood now, and she doesn't even need her food to get laced with drugs for it. And as she decides to let her hand dip lower, she stops just before she pulls on his shirt to untuck it.
Finally, she pulls away, breathes in and out gently. Her blue eyes look so cloudy, clearly lost in the moment already and in this warmth they're sharing. She licks her lips, cutting the trail of saliva that connects her own with his, before breathing in again. For the first time, she doesn't just take what she wants without permission. From what little she's known of him since they met an hour or so ago, and how tense he got from just holding his hand even when he's wearing gloves, this just feels like the proper thing to do. ]
Under your shirt— [ Ah, that makes no sense, but she'll get there eventually. Her head's trying to tell her to just state what she wants instead of asking, but there nicer side of her fights back. ] Can I touch you?