I did—! [ Luna's face brightens immensely at that, an amused giggle erupting from her in reply. It does sound quite silly, in a way. Doesn't it? But... yes, of course she did something like that. There's something more playful in her expression, amused by his reaction. Even as surprising at it is, he's still unsurprised by her, warmed by it. It softens something in her, just as it always does — appreciated, loved by him, the easiness of everything between them. The laughter breaks the seriousness of all of this too, it feels nice to laugh about things like this. Even if this is such a huge step for them, they can still have fun with it, too.
And he wants her to keep going, wants her to touch him. Show him what she's learned. Flits between playfulness and seriousness, her own heart quickening at that — her eyes flicking between between his gaze and his throat, wanting to kiss him there. She takes a breath, shuddery on the exhale — trying to steady the little twist of nerves that entwines itself with the excitement. Another smile toying with the corners of her mouth as she briefly presses her lips to his, then shifts her head to start peppering more kisses to his cheek, his jaw; trailing down his neck, his throat — gentle, fluttering little things, unhurried and careful.
She takes her time with it. Hands trembling slightly, working to undo his suit pants, one slipping between layers of fabric — fingers finding, then brushing against him. She pauses from her kisses, uttering another shaky breath against his throat that softly voices into a sigh — explorative touches, testing. He feels so warm against her fingertips. And even if Luna has an idea of what she's doing, this is still... so new to her. She's never touched him before like this, and not even her 'research' can prepare her for that. Her heart skips feverishly, loud in her ears.
Then finally, her fingers close around him and she gently tugs him free. She pulls away a little, then. Not quite able to help herself, head tilting to look down between them, at him. She wants to see him, too. There's another soft breath from her, as if uttering some sort of silent 'Oh, that's what it looks like.' Her eyes widen slightly, darkening with a quiet intensity — something hungry, wanting, excited. Biting down on her lower lip, there's a little hum, curiosity and appreciation, pleased.
... It's perhaps a blessing that only words can pass between their mental link, she's... taking a little moment to herself to... picture a few things. She's quiet for a short while, just smiling away to herself with her cheeks darkening even more. ]
Although even with research— [ It startles out of her softly, remembering herself. There's another hum and she gives him a slow, gentle squeeze. ] I don't know... exactly what you like. Everyone's a bit different, aren't they?
[ Still more learning to be done, and the thought makes her laugh a little. A tiny chuckle in her throat as she leans in once more, moves back to pressing more kisses against his throat. They're slower, lingering ones now — her lips brushing against his skin, never pulling back too far from him. Her hand finally moves, mirroring her kisses: slow and lazy movements. She knows enough to start slow, it's not something that needs rushed. Her kisses move upwards, close to his ear, her voice hushes when she next speaks. ]
So you'll need to tell me. [ There's a smile in her words, light and easy. ] Whether you want me to go faster—? Slower—? All I need you to think about is what I'm doing, how it feels. That way, I can make sure this feels good for you.
[ She's being incredibly earnest about it all. She presses another kiss against his neck, feather-light. Then, teasingly, even with her sincerity: ]
Though I'm quite sure you won't have any trouble telling me, if you've been thinking about me doing this before.
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And he wants her to keep going, wants her to touch him. Show him what she's learned. Flits between playfulness and seriousness, her own heart quickening at that — her eyes flicking between between his gaze and his throat, wanting to kiss him there. She takes a breath, shuddery on the exhale — trying to steady the little twist of nerves that entwines itself with the excitement. Another smile toying with the corners of her mouth as she briefly presses her lips to his, then shifts her head to start peppering more kisses to his cheek, his jaw; trailing down his neck, his throat — gentle, fluttering little things, unhurried and careful.
She takes her time with it. Hands trembling slightly, working to undo his suit pants, one slipping between layers of fabric — fingers finding, then brushing against him. She pauses from her kisses, uttering another shaky breath against his throat that softly voices into a sigh — explorative touches, testing. He feels so warm against her fingertips. And even if Luna has an idea of what she's doing, this is still... so new to her. She's never touched him before like this, and not even her 'research' can prepare her for that. Her heart skips feverishly, loud in her ears.
Then finally, her fingers close around him and she gently tugs him free. She pulls away a little, then. Not quite able to help herself, head tilting to look down between them, at him. She wants to see him, too. There's another soft breath from her, as if uttering some sort of silent 'Oh, that's what it looks like.' Her eyes widen slightly, darkening with a quiet intensity — something hungry, wanting, excited. Biting down on her lower lip, there's a little hum, curiosity and appreciation, pleased.
... It's perhaps a blessing that only words can pass between their mental link, she's... taking a little moment to herself to... picture a few things. She's quiet for a short while, just smiling away to herself with her cheeks darkening even more. ]
Although even with research— [ It startles out of her softly, remembering herself. There's another hum and she gives him a slow, gentle squeeze. ] I don't know... exactly what you like. Everyone's a bit different, aren't they?
[ Still more learning to be done, and the thought makes her laugh a little. A tiny chuckle in her throat as she leans in once more, moves back to pressing more kisses against his throat. They're slower, lingering ones now — her lips brushing against his skin, never pulling back too far from him. Her hand finally moves, mirroring her kisses: slow and lazy movements. She knows enough to start slow, it's not something that needs rushed. Her kisses move upwards, close to his ear, her voice hushes when she next speaks. ]
So you'll need to tell me. [ There's a smile in her words, light and easy. ] Whether you want me to go faster—? Slower—? All I need you to think about is what I'm doing, how it feels. That way, I can make sure this feels good for you.
[ She's being incredibly earnest about it all. She presses another kiss against his neck, feather-light. Then, teasingly, even with her sincerity: ]
Though I'm quite sure you won't have any trouble telling me, if you've been thinking about me doing this before.