[ Just the way he runs his fingers through his hair after removing his shirt captures her attention. It must be the brief view of his triceps as his arm lifts, or maybe it's the upward angle of his jaw as his head moves, or perhaps it's how he licks at his lips that invites her to have her visual fill of him in turn. She's already kissed every inch of him, but that doesn't mean she'd ever not enjoy what she sees. Now he sits upon the edge of his bed, watching her in an expectant, confident but languid manner, and it causes the energy within her to twist and then snap into a single, pleasurable pulse down her body... This is something he will feel.
Her hips sway with the ripple, a movement that she morphs into a half-turn from him. Glancing at Noctis from over her shoulder, she smiles at him, taking in his posture and expression. Pyra isn't a dancer, but she can put a small show on just for him. ] My pleasure...
[ Her fingers pull at the meshwork of her top, changing it over her skin in patterns that are half-formed between light and fabric. The mesh shifts organically, becoming more like webbing, then lace-like over her skin. She's intentionally pressing her palms to herself and over the flat of her stomach, traveling upward, cupping the underside of her breasts and then sinking her fingers into the soft flesh. One hand begins to knead into herself, toying with her own body as more fabric unravels. She watches him hungrily as she turns against, slowly. Her touch isn't as good as his, but he's there, watching her, and that's almost just as good to evoke a sound, soft and breathy, from her lips as heat flows through her.
Her hand moves upward, and her arms extend in a lazy stretch, pulling the lace-light top off of her. With a flick of her wrist, it dissolves, and she turns to face him with her other arm covering her chest. Slowly, she allows it to drop from her breasts to reveal herself completely, moving her hand down her hips to hook a thumb into her shorts. A gentle pull begins to dissolve them into a lacy, racy sort of undergarment, and she bends forward, flexible and showy, to do the same to her stockings. In a gesture that mimics removing her thigh-highs, her fingers run down one leg, then the other, allowing the fabric to shred into light.
Pyra steps towards Noctis, sauntering, slowly, as if he is a meal just ready to be savored, gaze going up, then down his body, obvious for what she wants.
Then she drops to a crouch before him, hands upon either of his knees, and she spreads them apart to allow herself to wedge herself between. ] Anything else...?
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Her hips sway with the ripple, a movement that she morphs into a half-turn from him. Glancing at Noctis from over her shoulder, she smiles at him, taking in his posture and expression. Pyra isn't a dancer, but she can put a small show on just for him. ] My pleasure...
[ Her fingers pull at the meshwork of her top, changing it over her skin in patterns that are half-formed between light and fabric. The mesh shifts organically, becoming more like webbing, then lace-like over her skin. She's intentionally pressing her palms to herself and over the flat of her stomach, traveling upward, cupping the underside of her breasts and then sinking her fingers into the soft flesh. One hand begins to knead into herself, toying with her own body as more fabric unravels. She watches him hungrily as she turns against, slowly. Her touch isn't as good as his, but he's there, watching her, and that's almost just as good to evoke a sound, soft and breathy, from her lips as heat flows through her.
Her hand moves upward, and her arms extend in a lazy stretch, pulling the lace-light top off of her. With a flick of her wrist, it dissolves, and she turns to face him with her other arm covering her chest. Slowly, she allows it to drop from her breasts to reveal herself completely, moving her hand down her hips to hook a thumb into her shorts. A gentle pull begins to dissolve them into a lacy, racy sort of undergarment, and she bends forward, flexible and showy, to do the same to her stockings. In a gesture that mimics removing her thigh-highs, her fingers run down one leg, then the other, allowing the fabric to shred into light.
Pyra steps towards Noctis, sauntering, slowly, as if he is a meal just ready to be savored, gaze going up, then down his body, obvious for what she wants.
Then she drops to a crouch before him, hands upon either of his knees, and she spreads them apart to allow herself to wedge herself between. ] Anything else...?