Era relaxes, sinking into the mattress and forcing Ardbert to follow if he means to keep their kiss going. The tip of her tail flicks back and forth with lazy contentment.
He hadn't been planning to follow, but with the way she relaxes, he has to follow her. Era has been so highly stressed these last few days, and she's responding so readily. The pajamas can wait.
Ardbert has to climb onto the bed himself to keep it going.
The mattress dips under his weight, leaving her to open her eyes and observe him for a moment before allowing them to slip shut again, long lashes brushing against his skin like the briefest touch of a butterfly's wing. Era lifts a hand to stroke her fingertips along his jawline, feeling the thick hair of his growing beard.
So many little things that remind her he is here and alive. Solid; real.
Eyes closed, Ardbert smiles into the kiss when she strokes his stubble. She's still fascinated by his hair, even now. His own hand needs something to do.
Ardbert slowly shifts himself to the side, never breaking contact between their lips for more than a few moments. When his weight is supported by his left side and forearm, Ardbert's right hand is freed. He cups her breast further from him, gently massaging it through her sweater, shirt, and bra. When her nipple is hard, he finally breaks off the kisses to speak gently to her.
"Mmm, take off this bra, and I'll handle the rest." It's the only small request he'll have for himself for this; he loves watching her take her bra off, and he fumbles with it too much to not ruin the mood a bit.
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Unless he undresses her and readies her for bed once they've finished...which she has to admit is an appealing thought.
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He leans forward and kisses her on the lips, mostly chaste, and clearly pleased that she's pleased. The kiss lingers like a warm comforter.
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Ardbert has to climb onto the bed himself to keep it going.
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So many little things that remind her he is here and alive. Solid; real.
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Ardbert slowly shifts himself to the side, never breaking contact between their lips for more than a few moments. When his weight is supported by his left side and forearm, Ardbert's right hand is freed. He cups her breast further from him, gently massaging it through her sweater, shirt, and bra. When her nipple is hard, he finally breaks off the kisses to speak gently to her.
"Mmm, take off this bra, and I'll handle the rest." It's the only small request he'll have for himself for this; he loves watching her take her bra off, and he fumbles with it too much to not ruin the mood a bit.
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