[ The truth of the matter was, as she would swiftly find out as excitement thrums through his veins with her, ]
In parts. Bits and pieces. Some longer than others...
[ He dreamt of it all. But none of it remained as just that. They were fresh in his thoughts. Invasive even in his day-to-day living around the Golden Peacock. A single burning hum of his suit, a pang of a reminder, and he can be thinking about it all over again. And there's a part of him that was tempted to flip the script right back on her. Especially when the two of them were both defying any self-imposed rules they would have dared place on themselves.
Because it wasn't just Weiss who went against everything she said she wouldn't do. But Ragna. This was forbidden for him. A self-imposed exile of affection knowing that nothing good could ever come from letting someone get this close to him. That the power that he holds wouldn't discriminate and that it'd only hurt and take away. That Ragna's been living in an ideal dream for so long thanks to this damned world, that there's a part of him that never wanted to go back to being without this. Without her.
Defying what he shouldn't be doing never felt so good. She's sent him into overdrive. He is excited because of his own thoughts.
Yet it wasn't as simple as that. She's the driving force behind them all. So much so that when she asks him if he's getting hard talking about it now... ]
Think it'd be weirder if I DIDN'T get hard.
[ After all, the way that she's comfortably lying on top of him, she'd have to scoot down just a little more before she could feel him, thickening and bulging in his pants. But he doesn't force her to slide further down his body. His subtle caressing of her ass and the deepened tone of his voice that just screams of how badly he wants her (how he's always wanted her) do the work. ]
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In parts. Bits and pieces. Some longer than others...
[ He dreamt of it all. But none of it remained as just that. They were fresh in his thoughts. Invasive even in his day-to-day living around the Golden Peacock. A single burning hum of his suit, a pang of a reminder, and he can be thinking about it all over again. And there's a part of him that was tempted to flip the script right back on her. Especially when the two of them were both defying any self-imposed rules they would have dared place on themselves.
Because it wasn't just Weiss who went against everything she said she wouldn't do. But Ragna. This was forbidden for him. A self-imposed exile of affection knowing that nothing good could ever come from letting someone get this close to him. That the power that he holds wouldn't discriminate and that it'd only hurt and take away. That Ragna's been living in an ideal dream for so long thanks to this damned world, that there's a part of him that never wanted to go back to being without this. Without her.
Defying what he shouldn't be doing never felt so good. She's sent him into overdrive. He is excited because of his own thoughts.
Yet it wasn't as simple as that. She's the driving force behind them all. So much so that when she asks him if he's getting hard talking about it now... ]
Think it'd be weirder if I DIDN'T get hard.
[ After all, the way that she's comfortably lying on top of him, she'd have to scoot down just a little more before she could feel him, thickening and bulging in his pants. But he doesn't force her to slide further down his body. His subtle caressing of her ass and the deepened tone of his voice that just screams of how badly he wants her (how he's always wanted her) do the work. ]
Maybe you should find out for yourself.