[ It's something special whenever they couple, whether they take things fast or slow, but when they both take the time to choose to undress themselves by non-magical means, she finds she enjoys watching. She's since come to realize that she likes watching him work with his hands, whether that be sparring and using various weapons, or preparing a meal in the kitchen with her. In the bedroom, the movement of his hands is practically magical. They're deft and precise, and she watches his long fingers work at the kimono's thin belt to loosen it, and it's only a few moments later that the undershirt is off and he's slipping the silken sleeve back on. Pyra chews on her bottom lip, wetting it in the process.
As expected, he wears the style well even without something beneath, and the fashion makes him appear luxurious and relaxed. Her hands move up his abdomen, fingers splaying around his sides. She's doing her best not to ogle him, but-- it seems that tonight, she's found out she has a very specific turn-on when it comes to him. That is, silky fabric tastefully draped over his bare skin as if they're curtains just waiting for her to part them, revealing just enough to leave the rest up to her imagination. ]
You're...
[ But her voice is so very distracted, unable to finish a compliment. In other words, he's left her speechless.
Her hands tug at his waist, wanting him to come down to her level, but continue to move downward, reaching for whatever fastens his pants, whether belt or drawstring. If she had a heart, it would be beating hard and fast, flushing her further. ]
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As expected, he wears the style well even without something beneath, and the fashion makes him appear luxurious and relaxed. Her hands move up his abdomen, fingers splaying around his sides. She's doing her best not to ogle him, but-- it seems that tonight, she's found out she has a very specific turn-on when it comes to him. That is, silky fabric tastefully draped over his bare skin as if they're curtains just waiting for her to part them, revealing just enough to leave the rest up to her imagination. ]
You're...
[ But her voice is so very distracted, unable to finish a compliment. In other words, he's left her speechless.
Her hands tug at his waist, wanting him to come down to her level, but continue to move downward, reaching for whatever fastens his pants, whether belt or drawstring. If she had a heart, it would be beating hard and fast, flushing her further. ]