If I tell you, you're not going to last long at all.
[He picks his head up, shifting so his chin rests on the shoulder he was kissing only moments ago. The hand that had been resting on Sypha's middle, the one not preoccupied with fabric and settling down right where thigh and hip meet and threatening fingers but never moving, begins to migrate up. There's fabric in the way of Sypha's breasts, but that makes everything far better so far as the moment goes. Everything is about what might happen in another moment or two, the anticipation.
That shiver means everything. Alucard realizes there's another way for him to settle and wait for Sypha to make a decision, and so he shifts his head just enough so that his cheek is pressed lightly against Sypha's neck. Hair spills down and over, brushing against bared skin, smelling of the hair oil he's been experimenting with lately, all cedarwood and soft ambers.]
Your decision, Sypha. He may make it for you instead.
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[He picks his head up, shifting so his chin rests on the shoulder he was kissing only moments ago. The hand that had been resting on Sypha's middle, the one not preoccupied with fabric and settling down right where thigh and hip meet and threatening fingers but never moving, begins to migrate up. There's fabric in the way of Sypha's breasts, but that makes everything far better so far as the moment goes. Everything is about what might happen in another moment or two, the anticipation.
That shiver means everything. Alucard realizes there's another way for him to settle and wait for Sypha to make a decision, and so he shifts his head just enough so that his cheek is pressed lightly against Sypha's neck. Hair spills down and over, brushing against bared skin, smelling of the hair oil he's been experimenting with lately, all cedarwood and soft ambers.]
Your decision, Sypha. He may make it for you instead.