[ A warm shudder curls up his skin as Re-L's fingers trace the black slashes along his chest. Renji finds the interest both novel and endearing, always nice to have someone who appreciates his ink as much as he does. He only answers Re-L's "no you" response with a light laugh and a bend of his head as his lips meet hers. Then he's dismissed to go about his duties and it becomes all the more obvious that yes, he is rather impatient, as he slides back and his fingers smoothing under the dark straps before she's even sitting all the way back up.
Renji's hands roam over her waist, tracing the curve of her hips and then drifts to caress over the swell of her ass. He'd intended to have been teasingly slow, dragging the seconds out a bit longer, but he was just so fucking eager and instead. ]
Hah... [ He pulls her strappy underwear down over her thighs, lips ] Yeah, "we" do.
[ And hopefully soon, because it's starting to get uncomfortably tight in his boxer briefs. Still, one thing at a time. Renji slips her black lingerie down her slim, pale legs, rough fingers grazing over her warm skin. He leans forward to kiss her again, at the tops of her thighs as he winds the bands past her ankles. ]
So... [ Renji grins as he tosses her panties behind him, out of sight and now firmly out of mind. ] Got any suggestions for how we're gonna take care of this?
[ He could just strip them like he had his pants... but that intriguing plural pronoun keeps him from doing so just now. ]
[ Re-L's relieved that he's just as impatient for it as she is. Granted, she's never been able to show neediness in this way prior to Lunatia, but it would probably be embarrassing to be the more eager party in this kind of one night stand arrangement. Maybe. She doesn't really know about it all that much.
Still, those fight roughened hands slide down her skin, supple and soft, unmarried despite all she's been through in her world, though muscular beneath all that supple softness. Made to look soft and unassuming, but strong enough to prove otherwise - it was a perfect Daedalus Yumeno type opposition in one body. She's just as eager, however, to get off the restrictions of that bra as quick as possible now that she's seen how eager he is. She throws it easily to the side as soon as it's off, pale and resplendent as she is now that she's absolutely bare to the world.
But it doesn't make her shrink, even as he he leans forward to kiss her, even as her underwear is tossed to the side with a certain ease. It's easy enough, isn't it? When you know you're something to look at? ]
'We' may have been a bit rhetorical... But.. [ Since he'd done her the favor of taking off most of her clothes, she might as well do him this favor, right? She slides down toward him anyways, hands reaching for his hips as she does so. Her hair is a bit mussed at this point, but that's hardly a worry as fingers hook in his waistband. ]
... I think I can handle the job single handed, if you don't mind.
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Renji's hands roam over her waist, tracing the curve of her hips and then drifts to caress over the swell of her ass. He'd intended to have been teasingly slow, dragging the seconds out a bit longer, but he was just so fucking eager and instead. ]
Hah... [ He pulls her strappy underwear down over her thighs, lips ] Yeah, "we" do.
[ And hopefully soon, because it's starting to get uncomfortably tight in his boxer briefs. Still, one thing at a time. Renji slips her black lingerie down her slim, pale legs, rough fingers grazing over her warm skin. He leans forward to kiss her again, at the tops of her thighs as he winds the bands past her ankles. ]
So... [ Renji grins as he tosses her panties behind him, out of sight and now firmly out of mind. ] Got any suggestions for how we're gonna take care of this?
[ He could just strip them like he had his pants... but that intriguing plural pronoun keeps him from doing so just now. ]
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[ Re-L's relieved that he's just as impatient for it as she is. Granted, she's never been able to show neediness in this way prior to Lunatia, but it would probably be embarrassing to be the more eager party in this kind of one night stand arrangement. Maybe. She doesn't really know about it all that much.
Still, those fight roughened hands slide down her skin, supple and soft, unmarried despite all she's been through in her world, though muscular beneath all that supple softness. Made to look soft and unassuming, but strong enough to prove otherwise - it was a perfect Daedalus Yumeno type opposition in one body. She's just as eager, however, to get off the restrictions of that bra as quick as possible now that she's seen how eager he is. She throws it easily to the side as soon as it's off, pale and resplendent as she is now that she's absolutely bare to the world.
But it doesn't make her shrink, even as he he leans forward to kiss her, even as her underwear is tossed to the side with a certain ease. It's easy enough, isn't it? When you know you're something to look at? ]
'We' may have been a bit rhetorical... But.. [ Since he'd done her the favor of taking off most of her clothes, she might as well do him this favor, right? She slides down toward him anyways, hands reaching for his hips as she does so. Her hair is a bit mussed at this point, but that's hardly a worry as fingers hook in his waistband. ]
... I think I can handle the job single handed, if you don't mind.