[There is a downside to it, of course, being that his hands have to leave, but Sypha has no doubts that they will return. She does take her time though, leaning slightly back on his lap, to continue to run those slightly calloused finger tips over his flesh. Alucard is lean, a fighter's body, of muscle and sinew, and she savours the feel as she moves it up and over his head.
Her body contorts, leaning forward to brush a kiss against his chest. It's her turn now to take her time, trailing them upwards, until her lips dart along his collar bone, a small nip. She works it as a co-ordinated attack, moving the shirt over Alucard's head just as her lips nibble at his neck. She does pause, mouth vibrating in a hum, contemplating.]
Oh, just what kinds of resources I have now gained.
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Her body contorts, leaning forward to brush a kiss against his chest. It's her turn now to take her time, trailing them upwards, until her lips dart along his collar bone, a small nip. She works it as a co-ordinated attack, moving the shirt over Alucard's head just as her lips nibble at his neck. She does pause, mouth vibrating in a hum, contemplating.]
Oh, just what kinds of resources I have now gained.