[ despite herself, she grins. ] I don't think anyone's ever ready for the Jessica Rabbit dress. [ she blows him a kiss, then starts to peel the dress off, changing as she goes, so that by the time it hits the floor of the tent, she's physically male up top, wearing a pair of pink satin panties. she bends to pick the dress up and set it aside, then reaches for one of his t-shirts, sliding it on over her head.
she crosses to him, then, sinking down astride his thighs-- keeping them in contact, but leaving enough distance between their torsos that magnus can take his time, can feel a little less overwhelmed.
she slides her hands over his shoulders, gently cupping the sides of his neck as she leans back in for another soft kiss. ] --Is this okay? Not too much? Should I put on pants?
[it's his true feelings, even if it's absolutely choked out -- gods, did Alex really think she was less sexy in his t-shirt and a pair of adorable, satin pink panties?]
Um, it's okay. I mean, it's not, I don't know how you think anyone would ever be ready for you like this, either?
[but the corner of his mouth is twitching; it makes a giddy feeling rise insanely in his chest, seeing her in his clothing, still. while his hands (and other parts of his body) really want to stray to satin and see how soft the material is under his fingertips (and maybe not just the material), that would probably be Too Much. yeah it would definitely be Too Much, his face is hot enough, just seeing her like this, t-shirt barely covering her lap, legs on either side of his. he settles for tucking his arms comfortably around her waist, letting his eyes linger over her bare thighs and the pink fabric peeking at the sides of her hips. his hand (still a little shaky, honestly) gently slips beneath the back of her (his) t-shirt, seeking the same smooth skin he touched before]
Gods. You're so beautiful, Alex...
[it's an almost distracted mumble, as his nerves spike and settle, with the proximity of her both teasing and comforting, like this. she could rip him apart or break his heart in an instant, and instead she's patient and loving and in her underwear, for him]
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she crosses to him, then, sinking down astride his thighs-- keeping them in contact, but leaving enough distance between their torsos that magnus can take his time, can feel a little less overwhelmed.
she slides her hands over his shoulders, gently cupping the sides of his neck as she leans back in for another soft kiss. ] --Is this okay? Not too much? Should I put on pants?
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[it's his true feelings, even if it's absolutely choked out -- gods, did Alex really think she was less sexy in his t-shirt and a pair of adorable, satin pink panties?]
Um, it's okay. I mean, it's not, I don't know how you think anyone would ever be ready for you like this, either?
[but the corner of his mouth is twitching; it makes a giddy feeling rise insanely in his chest, seeing her in his clothing, still. while his hands (and other parts of his body) really want to stray to satin and see how soft the material is under his fingertips (and maybe not just the material), that would probably be Too Much. yeah it would definitely be Too Much, his face is hot enough, just seeing her like this, t-shirt barely covering her lap, legs on either side of his. he settles for tucking his arms comfortably around her waist, letting his eyes linger over her bare thighs and the pink fabric peeking at the sides of her hips. his hand (still a little shaky, honestly) gently slips beneath the back of her (his) t-shirt, seeking the same smooth skin he touched before]
Gods. You're so beautiful, Alex...
[it's an almost distracted mumble, as his nerves spike and settle, with the proximity of her both teasing and comforting, like this. she could rip him apart or break his heart in an instant, and instead she's patient and loving and in her underwear, for him]