[ Unfortunately, Renji is the chivalrous type and wouldn't ask a lady to do something that a strapping young man like him can do himself. Not on the first date, anyways. And they haven't even gotten there yet. So he frees himself of his pants, and is happy to help her out of the tight confines of her dress as well. ]
Should be foolproof, huh.
[ Renji offers her a short grin, then tips his head to give her another kiss. It's less like the impassioned, greedy kisses he'd offered before and more considerate, savouring the soft press of her lips and the pliant heat of her tongue. While he kisses her, his hands slide over her dress, some of his fingers sliding under the fabric and caressing the smooth skin of her waist.
As his hands lower her dress, sensuous but not quite slow enough that it doesn't reveal his impatience, Renji bends too. His lips leave hers and trail down her jaw, tracking down her neck and to her collarbone. His hands smooth across the swell of her hips as he bends further down, revealing the high cut of her underwear that emphasized her curvaceous form. Tongue and teeth chase down even lower, carving a hot path down her chest. When the dress descends to the midway of her thighs, and his hands with them, it's loose enough he can just let it fall off her frame. At the soft sound of fabric hitting the ground, he grins up at her, like a dog looking for approval. ]
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Should be foolproof, huh.
[ Renji offers her a short grin, then tips his head to give her another kiss. It's less like the impassioned, greedy kisses he'd offered before and more considerate, savouring the soft press of her lips and the pliant heat of her tongue. While he kisses her, his hands slide over her dress, some of his fingers sliding under the fabric and caressing the smooth skin of her waist.
As his hands lower her dress, sensuous but not quite slow enough that it doesn't reveal his impatience, Renji bends too. His lips leave hers and trail down her jaw, tracking down her neck and to her collarbone. His hands smooth across the swell of her hips as he bends further down, revealing the high cut of her underwear that emphasized her curvaceous form. Tongue and teeth chase down even lower, carving a hot path down her chest. When the dress descends to the midway of her thighs, and his hands with them, it's loose enough he can just let it fall off her frame. At the soft sound of fabric hitting the ground, he grins up at her, like a dog looking for approval. ]