[Her plan is not only better, but it is nicer, is it not?
Those hooded blue eyes regard him as he makes that noise, not releasing her grip, even if she knows that he could outmatch her strength wise. Sometimes it's not about that though, as physical is not the only strength that can be had. Still, it is a pleasant noise, she thinks, one that vibrates in his chest as he makes it, felt on her own skin in turn.
And yes, most certainly more like that...
Her grip tightens, and she has no doubt that he is provoking her with the choice of speed. She is of two minds in that regard, as she can either press her own advantage, or linger for a moment in his. She chooses the latter for the time being, simply savouring the feeling of his mouth over hers, the press of his fingers on her hip, and the almost delicate way he cups her cheek.
Yet she is the conquering force, is she not? Her free hand moves to slip over his shoulders, fingers splaying in to his hair, as she pushes herself up and against him. He may have her at a disadvantage standing, but here she can rise to her knees, until she is the one towering, to give a small flick of her tongue against a fang.]
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Those hooded blue eyes regard him as he makes that noise, not releasing her grip, even if she knows that he could outmatch her strength wise. Sometimes it's not about that though, as physical is not the only strength that can be had. Still, it is a pleasant noise, she thinks, one that vibrates in his chest as he makes it, felt on her own skin in turn.
And yes, most certainly more like that...
Her grip tightens, and she has no doubt that he is provoking her with the choice of speed. She is of two minds in that regard, as she can either press her own advantage, or linger for a moment in his. She chooses the latter for the time being, simply savouring the feeling of his mouth over hers, the press of his fingers on her hip, and the almost delicate way he cups her cheek.
Yet she is the conquering force, is she not? Her free hand moves to slip over his shoulders, fingers splaying in to his hair, as she pushes herself up and against him. He may have her at a disadvantage standing, but here she can rise to her knees, until she is the one towering, to give a small flick of her tongue against a fang.]