[how could he think she is fragile, when she forces him down like that? no, he knows better than to underestimate a woman. even the smaller beastwomen in his kingdom have dreams of being like the Sunset Warriors. it's not that it isn't surprising, but her being a woman isn't why it's surprising.
really, it's just surprising she's so willing. he can't stop himself from looking surprised, but he recovers quick.
he doesn't let go of her even as she pushes him down, instead— considerate, gentlemanly— hiking her skirt more properly over them both so it doesn't snag. in doing so, if his hand slips up her skirt, if his palm rests on her thigh— well, she'll tell him if that's wrong, he's sure.]
Then trust I don't think you're fragile at all.
[almost reverent, nearly breathless. what is he but her tool, right now? if this woman is in need of his services he is not one to deny her. not when his body needs hers, too.
he grips her thigh, then, his other hand coming up to hold her waist. really, he'd never be so bold with a lady he doesn't know under normal circumstances, but like this he can't help but shift his hips toward her, the tent of his arousal seeking respite in the pressure of her form despite its lack of warmth.]
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really, it's just surprising she's so willing. he can't stop himself from looking surprised, but he recovers quick.
he doesn't let go of her even as she pushes him down, instead— considerate, gentlemanly— hiking her skirt more properly over them both so it doesn't snag. in doing so, if his hand slips up her skirt, if his palm rests on her thigh— well, she'll tell him if that's wrong, he's sure.]
Then trust I don't think you're fragile at all.
[almost reverent, nearly breathless. what is he but her tool, right now? if this woman is in need of his services he is not one to deny her. not when his body needs hers, too.
he grips her thigh, then, his other hand coming up to hold her waist. really, he'd never be so bold with a lady he doesn't know under normal circumstances, but like this he can't help but shift his hips toward her, the tent of his arousal seeking respite in the pressure of her form despite its lack of warmth.]