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the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
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the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
[ text | voice | omen | action ]
the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
[ text | voice | omen | action ]
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He knows she's just as shy with things as he is, that the bold suggestion came along with a rapid flutter in her heart, and now here she is looking at him with huge eyes, visibly taken aback. Peter's smile curls slowly upwards; he's flustered her, and it's making him want to kiss her again and again (and again), but there's more to be said first.
Though as Luna's fingers moves downwards, Peter's unable to form words for those few seconds, giving a soft exhale, feeling a shudder ripple through his body as her fingers curl into his shirt like that. His heart's pounding in response, lids fluttering softly as he looks up to her. The waves of shyness and being emboldened rise and fall and Peter's slowly tightening his hands at her waist, then down a bit, more at her thighs. Softly, he urges her closer, tighter against him, and moves gently against the sofa, so that he just barely brushes himself against her. Soft movements, friction that's barely friction, re-adjusting his position beneath the girl so that she's in the exact right spot. It's enough to make him give another exhale, and a lift of the brows, and his smile could melt butter. )
Both. ( He says, slow and almost cheeky, eyes definitely flirtatious, the browns of them bright despite being half-lidded. ) Things like this.... you touching me. Me touching you.
( He tilts his head a little, breathes deep and slow. ) And more things. I think about ( —the boy's hands move down a bit more and behind, ever-so-slightly cupping her there and giving the softest squeeze— ) you~ all the time. Being as close as we can be.
( He knows they're taking things slow — even now, with this suggestion of hers, it's only one first step towards the more severe forms of intimacy. But he does think about her, that hasn't changed, and wanting to do the things they'd talked about doing someday hasn't changed, and that in itself is something he wants to share again. Talks of sex have been months ago but Peter's hasn't forgotten. It's all hinted to teasingly and with that pleased smile, but all too serious, too. It's a way to show affection and love through everything, to let the person he loves the most know just how much he thinks about her in those physical ways as much as all of the other ways he does. )
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It takes little effort to coax her closer; content to melt against him, close enough to count the eyelashes of his heavy-lidded look. She carefully wets her lips, the edges still curved into the coy smile as she waits for an answer. Both, he says, and her eyebrows raise a little in curiosity; gazing intently as her fingers curl a little tighter in his shirt between them — to prompt him for a little more than that. And well, he... very much does that. Slow, easy teases. For a long moment, she can't bring herself to speak. Her teeth inadvertently biting down on her lower lip, even no matter what he'd say — it still surprises her. A gentle kind of surprised, but quietly delighted at the same time.
He can very likely feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. It's no secret that she enjoys these little bursts of boldness from him, she's told him as much. And he continues, there's more, the gentlest of squeezes that have her eyes blinking wide for a moment. ... Did he just... squeeze her backside? Oh, she's not mad about that, even if it takes her a few seconds to recover. She almost giggles a little but his final words really strike her and there's an understanding of what he means — the tiniest of whines in her throat.
... She considers herself enlightened. ]
I've thought about it, too. [ Finally, she's able to bring herself to form words. Breathless, hushed in reply. It's like she's already seeing stars, little prickles behind her eyes. A pleasant kind of dizziness that makes the edges of her blur, and it's him. Just him, at her centre. Her breaths are quick and shallow, hips squirming a little without quite meaning to.
Her mouth brushes against his, slow and careful, as if a reward for revealing his thoughts to her. But also it's getting very difficult to put off kissing him for much longer. They have plenty of time, though. A night without Paimon's presence lingering close by feels like all the time in the world, a rare and precious instance. She can take her time, they can take their time — let themselves enjoy it. ]
... I like to think about you touching me, when I'm alone. [ The softest of sordid confessions. He wanted her to know that he thinks about her, she wants him to know that she thinks about him. Someone desirable. She's not one to discuss her personal habits so openly, but they do happen when she finds the time — something often a rare occurrence given their lives here. Of course she thinks about him, how it might feel like, how he might feel like; how she softly whimpers his name like prayers — much like does when he's with her in those intimate moments together. ] What I imagine it'll be like, if it were your hands instead.
[ But she supposes one of them won't need to rely solely on imagination much longer, a there's the tiniest flicker of mischief in her eyes with that. Her heart flutters, nerves and giddiness all rolled into one. She pulls back, makes space between them, but not too far away. Her hand resumes its journey downwards, brushing against the fabric of his suit pants — careful but purposeful. The gentlest pressure of her fingers, feeling for him, slow movements back and forth. ]
I can go slow. [ Her voice is low, gentle. She gauges his initial reaction at that first touch. ] If you ever want me to stop, tell me. There's no pressure.
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He catches that soft sound, the ghost of a whine, and Peter exhales softly, letting himself have every piece of this moment with her, letting himself feel the heat to his pulse, the pleasant staticy hum. It certainly isn't the first time he's felt that way, there's been so, so many times, time after time — but the prospect of what they're talking about, what's to come.... this is so new, too. His head's swimming and Luna's words catch hold, warm and thick and loving and— oh. It's Peter's turn to look gently surprised, to give a sound that borders a whine, something that comes from deep in his throat and flutters up from within it. She thinks about him, touching her, when she's alone—
His ears flush again, but despite his shyness, he's not shying away from any of it, biting down gently on his lip for a moment, not hiding the smile that creeps up. She likes to think about him— He's absolutely melting all over again beneath her, pleasantly stunned by it all, and feeling his body react to the words alone seconds before her hands slowly start to move downwards again. Peter gives another soft sound, though it's— a little louder this time, and another shudder ripples through him. Not the frightening kind he knows so well and can never be used to, no hints to quiet ghosts growing louder. His body is only his for this moment, and every shudder and ripple belongs to her, and everything feels so good that he almost can't believe it's real.
Then he's feeling the light pressure of fingertips against him, and Peter gasps softly with a wave of dizzy heat, can't stop the slight movement of his hips in response. Oh — it's so soft but so much, even that gentle pressure of her fingertips finding him. He hears her words through the thuds of his own heart in his eardrums, slowly moves his hands back around from her to rest at her waist for now, tightening, a gentle firmness. The softest nod accompanies it, and a breathless sigh; he feels himself tightening a little, body so sensitive to her, to being touched at all in ways it hasn't been. )
You too. ( Peter whispers, eyes rolling up to find hers, holding onto those familiar rainy-day greys. ) If you want to— stop. If anything's not comfortable anymore. It's okay.
( He's just as aware how new this is for her, and how exploratory — to be touching someone in intimate ways, to learn how things are, feel, and there's no pressure at any point of this to keep going. )
But it feels good. You can.... touch harder, if you want. It feels good.
( Even through the material of his clothing, a fact that's probably obvious by the reaction he's having to her, the way his clothing is becoming a little tighter, fuller. He's not... completely affected, just yet — but definitely affected, his body certainly extremely aware of her. There's no rush, though, everything can be slow and warm and comfortable. He gives another soft sound, swallows gently. Smiles, up at her. )
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His hips shift, and he sighs. It's easy to get swept up in it all. But his words are sobering for a moment: If you want to— stop. If anything's not comfortable anymore. It's okay. This might be about him, but it's... about her too, isn't it? It's about them. And it's there— either of them can stop if they want, if it's too much. Luna's eyes soften at that, her lips unpursing. She looks at him for a long moment with that softened gaze, warmth and affection and love.
She leans in to press her mouth to his, a small, chaste kiss. Her voice soft for a moment when she pulls away. ]
I know. And... good, that's what I want. What I'm aiming for. [ The gentlest of chuckles, a little breathy. But she means that, joking aside. She's glad it feels good for him, already. Luna wants this to feel good for him, hopes that they can start what they finish. That it won't be too much. She wants that.
And she's aware of how his body reacts to her touch, a slow rousing that neither of them are in any hurry to speed along. Time, for once, is their friend. They can take their time with it, enjoy it. Still, she presses on at his suggestion — the gentlest curve of her fingers against him as she applies a little more pressure. Slow, deliberate movements but still quite leisurely in pace. Her eyes flutter slightly, a thought coming to her mind, remembering something: the shape of it a little different but certainly related to this moment. This... technically isn't the first time she's done this. She can't help but chuckle a little at the realisation. ]
... I have to admit something— [ She looks sheepish, almost apologetic. But there's a good humour to her tone. ] I realise I put you at a bit disadvantage, I do have quite a good idea of what I'm doing. [ There's a brief moment or two as she tries how best to explain what she means. ] I... admittedly got a little curious, back when I changed into a boy last year.
[ There's a little inhale, her shoulders shrugging easily. ]
But... I, well... had this in mind, you in mind. I wanted to make sure this felt good for you, for whenever we got to this. I suppose it was a kind of... research.
[ Trust the Ravenclaw to look into the techniques of masturbation. This might not be some other essay she has to write, or some assignment or exam she has to take — but there's something of it there, in spirit. Although in truth, whatever Luna found was enjoyable and what Peter might find enjoyable are two very different things. Learning how to go about things is one thing, actually putting it into practice is another. Not that it was so terrible, with this. They can work things out together, and she very much likes the idea of that.
That being said, she does resume her concentration on the task at hand. Unhurried, careful and attentive. She's enjoying this, enjoying this moment with him — trying very hard not to let herself get too carried away. The emotions within her intense, and the excitement is almost intoxicating. Her hand moving against him with purposeful pressure, fabric tightening against her palm. Her kisses are slow, lingering things. She doesn't deepen them too much, wanting to keep an eye on his reactions as time goes on.
She's checking in with him here and there with silent looks, raised eyebrows of questioning if he's still alright in those long, lazy moments that follow. Each time resuming with her kisses once more; it's comfortable. And then, when she next pulls away, her hand shifts to his waistband and then no further. Her fingertips rest against fabric. She swallows thickly, a little breathless, her heart fluttering as she looks at him — waiting for permission. ]
Do you want me to keep going?
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And so despite the rising tension in him, the quickening pulse of his heart, there's something so comfortable to everything. Luna's fingers press against him a little more firmly and his eyes are fluttering again, almost closing for a moment as a soft, shuddery exhale escapes him breathlessly. He's listening, though, fingers slowly pressing inwards against her sides, something progressively more needy, legs shifting a little wider as his body opens itself more for her.
Curious, when she was a boy last year..... Peter's hazy eyes open back up at that, stunned for a brief moment, and then a tickled laugh bubbling out of him, grinning up at her. )
Oh my god.... You did research on...... Of course you did.
( Through his amusement, there's fondness, warm and practically dripping from him like honey, and it makes him love her so much — as bizarre as all of it is in this place, Luna becoming a boy, through it all, that familiarity..... Of course Luna would take that as a learning opportunity; it's so completely her. And that she had him in mind...
His fond, warm laughter quiets, and he's smiling up at the girl for a few long moments still, before it slowly sobers again, and he's happily indulging in those kisses with her, slow and open-mouthed and lingering, and he feels himself slowly pushing back a little against those gestures of her hand — cautious, experimental at first, and part of him doesn't want to let himself get... too worked up, too fast. It tends to happen when he's with her, as neglected as Peter's body is.... but here and now, he gauges himself, gently moving his hips very slowly to push the soft swell of himself against her hand, never too hard or fast, giving ragged little breaths against the corner of her mouth.
When she pulls away, Peter gives another soft sound, taking a moment to catch the breath he hasn't quite lost, but has been demanding more from him, looking dreamlike up at Luna. His heart's a fluttering thing, dizzied and buzzing. His eyes slowly move down to her hand, hungry and shy and knowing what he wants — gaze lifting to return to her face. )
I want you to. Show me what you learned~.
( He gives a little grin again, amused and delighted and playful all over again for a brief moment — that familiar, comfortable amusement between them — but then
it's quietly fading into something more serious again, and his mouth parts as his head tilts back more against the plush back of the sofa, exposing more of his slender throat, body revealing itself to her, inviting. )
Please touch me.
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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.
cw: a little more nsfw lmaoooo Peter.... is stupid
It— feels so different than he imagined, real and not fantasy, Luna's fingers cool to the touch against him, but pleasantly so; he likes the way it feels, secure. His own heart's pounding just as much, and he's sitting very still, almost as though afraid to move — but his eyes slowly lower to watch her, seeing the way his girlfriend's looking downwards for that moment, at him. Peter's immediately flushed all over again, shy and nervous and pleased, a whirlwind of emotions (he.... realises he quite likes watching her watch him.....)
A feeling that only amplifies as he witnesses Luna smiling like that.... Oh. Ohhhhh, man. He feels himself react to that, feels his body give movements against her hand, little twitches, jumps — cheeks flushing again as he barely suppresses a shuddery little moan. But it's... a lot, to be touched, after so long — it's almost surreal, almost overwhelming, except Luna never could be and she keeps it from ever feeling that way, with her slow gentleness, with her warm, loving smiles, with her assurances. ...His body's certainly thrilled by all of it, not shy at all to react, and Peter's swallowing as Luna starts kissing him again, unable to even think about suppressing the tremour that ripples right through him, almost violently.
His fingers are curling harder into the sofa, but then he lets them find her again, nudging gently up under the sides of her dress and over Luna's thighs, thumbs gently pressing inwards as he gives a long, slow exhale outwards. God, she feels so good, and that coupled with the things she's saying....... When Peter's finally able to speak again, it comes out slightly hoarse, and he has to clear his throat softly. )
When I think about you..... ( .........He's thought about her doing lots of things, admittedly, things that they definitely aren't delving into just yet, and yes it's a very good thing that mental pictures don't transfer through their link, because a few of those do flicker through his memory, and Peter flushes again. Feels himself reacting in new ways, something's— oh. He startles a little, eyes dropping back downwards to look at himself, and although it's hard to see from here, it's...... He's definitely a bit leaky. ...Pretty leaky, actually. He knows what this... is... (it sounds so crude to voice aloud, so he doesn't, fucking pre-cum, who made up that word??) but it's still— hopefully this isn't gross for her. His brows lift, and he gives another hapless, shy little laugh, embarrassed around one of the edges, amused around the other. )
....Sorry. I'm. Um. This feels really good. ( .....Clearly. And he's about to try and answer again, but the rush of nervous energy bubbles up in him again and Peter's suddenly clasping a hand against his mouth, gently. Laughing a little bit against it, tickled and embarrassed all in a pleasant, shy haze. )
I'm sorry. Oh my god. This is probably a little gross, right...? It's okay if you think it is.
( Peter calling yourself gross is probably not the best way to keep a sexy mood )
cw: still nsfw but god, they're both ridiculous tbh lmao
And she's almost painfully aware of when his hands find her again; sliding a little further up her thighs, the shifting of fabric, thumbs pressing against her skin. The pressure of it making her squirm ever so slightly in his lap. It actually stops her from her kisses, uttering a shaky exhale — the soft voice of a moan mixed in with it. Sweet Merlin, it's terribly distracting. She has to take a moment to try and recollect herself. To not lose herself in that sensation since she's supposed to be focusing on him. But it's... not a distraction she minds.
She quickly tries to shake it from her when Peter finally brings himself to speak, wanting to focus on what he's saying: when I think about you— but he trails off, unable to finish. Luna feels him startle slightly and she pulls back a little to check on him, eyebrows raised in silent questioning. The answer is there immediately and she breathes out a soft sound. Something hot and a little sticky against her fingers. For a brief moment, she actually wonders if Peter might have.... finished. Which would be quite... amazing, but she's sure she's not that good. But she does look down between them briefly and inhales with clarity, voicing a soft ah. She remembers this, with her own 'research'. It must be quite a normal thing then, she thinks.
But Peter's laughing, and she can't help but chuckle a little — as if the laughter between them reverberates from one to the other. In truth, it's... a bit ridiculous how bodies can be, really. They can be a little gross, perhaps. But she certainly doesn't find anything Peter's is currently doing to be gross. She pulls away to gaze down at him, amusement and affection in her smile before she shakes her head. ]
No, I don't think it's gross. [ She hums thoughtfully, pausing for a long moment before she dares herself into her next move. Her gaze lowers between them once more, lips purse briefly. Her thumb brushes pointedly against the tip of him, using it to help her as she continues to the slow, easy movements of her hand. ]
I think... messy, maybe? But I'm alright with a little messy. [ There's something impish in her eyes at that before she continues, her voice dropping low into a hushed whisper: ] And besides, it's... not just boys that get— well, messy when they're aroused.
[ Her eyebrows raise slightly, if he catches her.... meaning. Yes, she knows that's not fair. That is incredibly terrible of her to say when he's currently in his position. And no, her hand still hasn't stopped from what it's doing — her hand slick but still allowing a little bit of friction with each stroke. She does have a very good point—! Bodies are messy—! There is something good-natured in her with it all, despite the fact she's teasing him terribly.
Her head tilts to one side in curiosity. ]
So... 'when I think about you'—? You didn't quite finish.
cw: nsfw 5ever as dumb baby gains some confidence
But there is a moment when he pauses, heart giving a rapid series of beats in his chest when Luna looks down at him again, following his hesitation and realising the source of it — one of his hands still close to his mouth while the other stays still against her thigh for a moment. He's about to shyly laugh again when he feels her hand move, thumb brushing against him like that, making things feel a bit cool and wet against his very sensitive skin, and Peter's drawing in another soft, shuddery little sound, any hint of laughter stolen away very quickly, along with most of his capability to breathe.
Luna's next words certainly don't help him catch his breath any more easily (not that he's complaining in the least.)
'And besides, it's... not just boys that get— well, messy when they're aroused.'
Peter blinks softly a few times, words catching in his throat as he gives another soft sound. Oh that is terribly unfair (again, he's absolutely not complaining), and he's swallowing hard for a moment. He... does know the surface facts of everything, but there's not been direct experience with it — which has, of course, left many things to the imagination, and Peter is now flushing deeply all over again with a kind of shy, awkward...... and pleased little smile on his face. Yes, he is... thinking about it right now.
But after a few moments, something sobers within him again, and with it, a quiet confidence that keeps blooming. Although all of this is so new and makes him so shy, it's... an honesty between them, and hearing Luna say what she does..... It does make him feel more confident in himself. Bold. Slowly, the boy lets both his hands return to their position at her thighs, keeping them still for a long moment before he very gently brushes his thumbs inwards a little bit more, smoothing them over the girl's legs and back, up close to the sides of her hipbone and then back down again, over and over. His fingers stay in place, spread out over her soft skin, while just his thumbs move up and down like that. )
When I think about you doing this, it's..... different ways. Sometimes slow. Sometimes faster. Sometimes gentle..... and sometimes not. ( His shy smile quirks a little through the husk of his voice, eyes catching hers with his own mischevious little glint. Yes, the implication of that is that he's thought about this many times, in many different ways.... )
I like slow right now.... so that it'll last for a long time. So I can feel everything. Feel you. And watch you.
( Peter's fingers continue to rub gently against Luna's thighs, slow, measured, and he begins to find something of a rhythm to it, even if it's very slow. One that matches the strokes of her hand, and his hips gently push against her again, slow but hungry. He gives a soft laugh that almost sounds more like a pleased sigh, eyes dark and wanting and fixed right on the girl. Part of this certainly is getting to watch Luna do what she's doing. )
You are..... unbelievably hot. I'm kind of worried I might not even be able to last long, honestly.
( Look, he'll be honest in return.... even if it's said with another soft little sound of amusement. But damn she is Everything, and his body is only continuing to react, the pulse of his heartbeat practically tangible up under his skin, and he can feel that his arousal's more now, everything hard and tight and aching in a dull, pleasant way. Peter's giving soft little pants here and there, soft sighs under his breath, and he gives his hips another yearning nudge to meet her strokes against him as he adds on, eyes half-lidded and taking her in just as hungrily as the rest of him is— )
I could watch you all day. Doing this to me.... or doing other things to yourself.
( .....He isn't trying to fluster her, but that smile he's wearing is just slightly a little bit evil. Just a little bit teasing..... Maybe he does want to see what her face will look like at that. )
cw: nsfw bc he's not the only one 👀
And she's instantly pleased by what she hears. Her eyebrows raise in dreamy questioning, mischief in her own expression. Oh, he has thought about this quite a lot, hasn't he? She likes that, in a very specific way. To know how much he's been thinking about this, about her doing this to him. There's a soft sound, some kind of gleeful thrill in her with that. ]
... I suppose you don't have to just rely solely on your imagination anymore. [ Luna brushes a brief kiss against his mouth, almost as if in thanks for the answer. There's a playful smile, a bubble of humour in her throat. Well, not with this particular thing, at least. And... neither will she for that matter, either. ]
That's alright if you can't. [ Last long, she means. She doesn't mind. ] I just want to make sure you're enjoying it, that's the main thing.
[ It's said in earnest. That's probably the most important thing, that he does enjoy this — for how ever long he does last. And of course Luna can tell there's enjoyment from it with how his body reacts to her touch, but it's important to say it aloud, too. And well, this is the first time they're doing something like this. So it's alright if it doesn't last very long. It's all... quite a lot, isn't it? Or so she thinks. And then... maybe they can try this again another day, too. Maybe in... the other ways he mentioned. She's reminded of last year, how he'd had her pinned to the wall: the frenzied, heated kisses between them before he'd needed to pull away. He'd been waiting very patiently for kisses after bringing her all that fruit for her. She thinks maybe he's thinking something along those lines, that kind of energy.
There's not much time to dwell on it further. She's momentarily floored by what he says next. There's a little sound, some half-vocalised sound of surprise as she stares at him with wide eyes: I could watch you all day. Doing this to me.... or doing other things to yourself. She's flustered. She's very flustered, and so open in that feeling. Those are absolutely words that just came out of his mouth and she's flustered by them. Her mouth opening and then promptly closing, cheeks burning.
It certainly isn't an unpleasant thing, even if the little whine she next utters sounds almost pitiful, uttering his name under her breath. Oh, well that's not fair, is it? Well, she probably deserves it after what she'd said to him. And she's not really complaining, either. But it takes her a few long moments to try and find words. He'd like to watch her doing things to herself. How does one form words properly after hearing that? He's broken her a bit with that, just a little bit. In a very good way. ]
Well— [ She swallows thickly, uttering a soft sound of amusement. Her voice has risen in pitch a little, and somewhat hushed in reply. ] I do like the sound of that.
[ She does, very much so. And she very much enjoys this boldness from him, just as much as she does every other time he's like this. The teasing, the smiles, the hunger in him. How he seems to come alive even more with it. How she gets to see him at his most comfortable, enough to let the confidence in him blossom. It's quite a magical thing, she thinks. And in turn, she's emboldened by it, too. As if those words are a sort of encouragement for her to be bold in her own way. He wants to see her, watch her. Luna considers for a long moment, lips pursing briefly as she looks down between them, to what she's doing, then back up once more to meet that half-lidded, hungry gaze of his. ]
And.. I mean, it... [ Her head tilts to one side lazily. There's an idea behind her eyes, a faint glimmer of it. She sounds a little breathless. ] it only seems fair I give you a... demonstration, given that I technically have practiced already. So... maybe I could do that for you, at some point.
[ She bites down on her lip, the tiniest buzz of nervousness about her. This is forward, even for her — as honest and forward as she can often be. But even with that nervousness, there's so much want in her too. Want for him, for more, for what might come in the future. Her free hand moves slowly, down from where she's rested it to down in between them. Her breath hitches in her throat as she slowly draws it closer towards herself, gazing down at him with a soft, glossy look as it moves up between her legs, fingers brushing against the insides of her thighs. The fabric of her dress shifts with it, pulling back slightly as her fingers slowly meet her middle there — not actively touching but simply resting against herself. But even then, with her current state of being both aroused and flustered, it's enough to let her gasp shakily — that slight pressure of her hand held against herself.
Still, there's her own smile curling at the corners of her mouth soon after. Something quietly wicked. Even still, she hasn't stopped what her other hand's doing with him. Touching him like that with her other hand lightly pressed against herself, between her legs. Because he's not the only one who can tease. And it seems very imperative to help fuel that... very active imagination of his. It would be a shame not to, wouldn't it? ]
So you... might have an idea of what I might like.