[ It could be days from now, weeks, months, even, but Weiss likely won't bring up the twenty crepes ever again. It certainly isn't her intention to do so at this time, but if she were more sober and he said something that ticked her off? She might just lord it over him. Pray it never gets to that point.
Really, though. There's no point in asking for payment when that feeling of being wanted, sought after, and appreciated that she gets from this is already giving back. She'd let him touch her again, provided they're in the right place and the right time, if it meant that his thoughts were just as muddled and cloudy thanks to that desire to be with her.
His mouth is on hers again, tongue lapping against hers, making that fire within her grow and burn a little brighter. The songbird's melody continues, high in pitch, needy in tone. It's as if she's calling him without the use for words, telling him that that hand on her ass can do more than just that, and how the hand on her chest feels so hot that she might actually see a mark on there whenever she takes off her clothes. It won't be too obvious outside of fervent squeezes, but her nipples are slowly becoming erect that her even the padding of her dress won't be able hide it.
And he can keep touching her. More than he's already done. Weiss will do the same now that she has his consent, pulling the lower end of his shirt out of his pants so she can slip her hand underneath, touching bare skin. Her smaller and softer fingers splay against his stomach, her palm gliding upwards so softly and gently. It shouldn't hurt when she curls her fingers to lightly scratch at his chest, a playful little gesture she makes in between kisses. How fun would it be to explore him some more, even with a stupid ghost watching them? So long as they're enjoying this too, and aren't really going to do anything bad to them... she supposes it's alright. ]
Wish you could sit down...
[ She whines when she pulls away to catch some air, and it's also then that she takes a moment to begin unbuttoning his shirt with her other hand.
It would seem that the Teasing Trio are of the same mind, though. They can barely see Weiss this way, what with Ragna towering over her and blocking the view! It's not like his back is entertaining to begin with! And so, they decide to give the two a push. The hows and whys don't matter when as Ragna might feel something bump against his legs from behind.
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Really, though. There's no point in asking for payment when that feeling of being wanted, sought after, and appreciated that she gets from this is already giving back. She'd let him touch her again, provided they're in the right place and the right time, if it meant that his thoughts were just as muddled and cloudy thanks to that desire to be with her.
His mouth is on hers again, tongue lapping against hers, making that fire within her grow and burn a little brighter. The songbird's melody continues, high in pitch, needy in tone. It's as if she's calling him without the use for words, telling him that that hand on her ass can do more than just that, and how the hand on her chest feels so hot that she might actually see a mark on there whenever she takes off her clothes. It won't be too obvious outside of fervent squeezes, but her nipples are slowly becoming erect that her even the padding of her dress won't be able hide it.
And he can keep touching her. More than he's already done. Weiss will do the same now that she has his consent, pulling the lower end of his shirt out of his pants so she can slip her hand underneath, touching bare skin. Her smaller and softer fingers splay against his stomach, her palm gliding upwards so softly and gently. It shouldn't hurt when she curls her fingers to lightly scratch at his chest, a playful little gesture she makes in between kisses. How fun would it be to explore him some more, even with a stupid ghost watching them? So long as they're enjoying this too, and aren't really going to do anything bad to them... she supposes it's alright. ]
Wish you could sit down...
[ She whines when she pulls away to catch some air, and it's also then that she takes a moment to begin unbuttoning his shirt with her other hand.
It would seem that the Teasing Trio are of the same mind, though. They can barely see Weiss this way, what with Ragna towering over her and blocking the view! It's not like his back is entertaining to begin with! And so, they decide to give the two a push. The hows and whys don't matter when as Ragna might feel something bump against his legs from behind.
This chair. ]