( their gazes align as he peppers a peck to the tip of her thumb, watching with pupils in full bloom as his features shift knowinglyโ never will she witness the sight of want coloring him and not be intoxicated by it. it goes against everything he fights to keep in order, both in and out of the nitewing suit, but neither of them fared well when it came to temptation. it was their night, after all, and decidedly one they could spend how they chose; they didn't need to turn in so soon. )
Incredibly long. ( exaggerated with a pout, as if she needed to play it up. it's hardly more than twenty minutes to their hotel, and considering the time of night it'd likely be less, but right now there isn't any bit of her that's willing to part from him just yet. not when they've been so busy with parties, appearances, often finding allure more at the idea of sleep when they finally make it back.
she's transfixed by his mouth, how it stretches to give way to his smile that only grows as he begins to lead her backward, guiding her blindly and disrupting the wonder that sparks as to where exactly with every lapse of his lips with hers. she meets him where she can, nimble fingertips are already making work of the neat knot of the tie beneath his collar.
a hot puff of a breath greets him as he parts to speak, and it takes her a moment to find use of her tongue if not toying with his, eyes half-lidded, a concoction of thrill and amusement dancing between them. ) Very patient. We've been on our best behavior. ( a velveteen slur, the barest hint of dormant sokovian sneaking into her tone. a tug at the silk of his tie, haphazardly unfastened, just as teeth find purchase at the bed of his lip, nearly mimicking the motionโ taking care to catch sharply at the last few moments before it slips free. oh, she's in a mood, tonight.
she hears the thud of his palm colliding with something: a door, she assumes, given the heat that greets her ankles, jacket slipping off one of her shoulders. )
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Incredibly long. ( exaggerated with a pout, as if she needed to play it up. it's hardly more than twenty minutes to their hotel, and considering the time of night it'd likely be less, but right now there isn't any bit of her that's willing to part from him just yet. not when they've been so busy with parties, appearances, often finding allure more at the idea of sleep when they finally make it back.
she's transfixed by his mouth, how it stretches to give way to his smile that only grows as he begins to lead her backward, guiding her blindly and disrupting the wonder that sparks as to where exactly with every lapse of his lips with hers. she meets him where she can, nimble fingertips are already making work of the neat knot of the tie beneath his collar.
a hot puff of a breath greets him as he parts to speak, and it takes her a moment to find use of her tongue if not toying with his, eyes half-lidded, a concoction of thrill and amusement dancing between them. ) Very patient. We've been on our best behavior. ( a velveteen slur, the barest hint of dormant sokovian sneaking into her tone. a tug at the silk of his tie, haphazardly unfastened, just as teeth find purchase at the bed of his lip, nearly mimicking the motionโ taking care to catch sharply at the last few moments before it slips free. oh, she's in a mood, tonight.
she hears the thud of his palm colliding with something: a door, she assumes, given the heat that greets her ankles, jacket slipping off one of her shoulders. )
We should change that.