we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Enough time had passed for Flora to be able to laugh at the comment rather than tremble with regret and self-doubt. "It was gentle right up until it wasn't," she says with a grin. The flush on her cheeks deepens slightly as her mind briefly lingers on what that means, heat creeping across her nose at the thought of just how rough Danta probably likes things—or how Asta delivers.
The faint graze of Danta’s fangs is a new enough sensation to send shivers scattering across her skin, her body leaning forward reflexively as goosebumps ripple in their wake. When he tugs at the straps to adjust the harness around her hips and thighs, Flora resists just enough to test the pressure, biting her lip at how snugly it settles against her. "I think so," she murmurs, her voice softer as she wrinkles her nose in thought, her fingers brushing along the edges of the harness.
After a moment’s consideration, she reaches behind her back, one arm twisting gracefully as she unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor. If Danta is going to fuss over every strap and buckle, she’s not about to let anything get in the way; besides, modesty feels laughably out of place at this point.
Her grin sharpens as her aqua eyes flick over him, taking in the tight leather still clinging to his legs. "Looks like you’re still overdressed, though," she notes, raising an eyebrow pointedly as her hands find her hips. "If you stand up, I might be able to help with that."
The faint graze of Danta’s fangs is a new enough sensation to send shivers scattering across her skin, her body leaning forward reflexively as goosebumps ripple in their wake. When he tugs at the straps to adjust the harness around her hips and thighs, Flora resists just enough to test the pressure, biting her lip at how snugly it settles against her. "I think so," she murmurs, her voice softer as she wrinkles her nose in thought, her fingers brushing along the edges of the harness.
After a moment’s consideration, she reaches behind her back, one arm twisting gracefully as she unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor. If Danta is going to fuss over every strap and buckle, she’s not about to let anything get in the way; besides, modesty feels laughably out of place at this point.
Her grin sharpens as her aqua eyes flick over him, taking in the tight leather still clinging to his legs. "Looks like you’re still overdressed, though," she notes, raising an eyebrow pointedly as her hands find her hips. "If you stand up, I might be able to help with that."
