[ tyki is flush against her back, lightly pressing her against the counter with his weight, and she almost melts a little at the warm breath along her skin. she's new to intimacy, partners few and far between—fontaine's champion duelist can't afford to have these kinds of dalliances when those same people may face her blade. she already pushes it with navia, given their history. but he knows that, just as he knows how quietly she folded the first time, so much softer, more malleable than she usually is as he pulled pleasure from her with his fingers, his mouth, his cock.
as he does so now, those same clever fingers dipping past the thin material beneath her dress and finding the apex of her thighs. clorinde's breath turns shallow, a slight stutter on the inhale as fingertips drag against warm and sensitive skin, already growing wet. she shivers again, minute, tipping her head to the side to expose more of her skin to him. ]
... I wasn't alone, so, no. [ and clorinde doesn't allow herself to get distracted when making appearances by thinking of things she shouldn't be thinking about. but there's a shift in her tone—a little lighter, just shy of playful: ] Were you thinking of it while you were waiting?
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as he does so now, those same clever fingers dipping past the thin material beneath her dress and finding the apex of her thighs. clorinde's breath turns shallow, a slight stutter on the inhale as fingertips drag against warm and sensitive skin, already growing wet. she shivers again, minute, tipping her head to the side to expose more of her skin to him. ]
... I wasn't alone, so, no. [ and clorinde doesn't allow herself to get distracted when making appearances by thinking of things she shouldn't be thinking about. but there's a shift in her tone—a little lighter, just shy of playful: ] Were you thinking of it while you were waiting?