[ When both the men don their masks of offence and dramatics its met with a playful roll of her eyes. She should have seen it coming. In spite of her amusement, she works to keep a look of displeasure on her face as if it were somehow believable that she didn't like the idea of that one bit. She huffs. ]
String two words together? What is that supposed to mean? Because I know you aren't talking about right now.
[ The challenge in her tone is evident, as if daring either of them to prove her wrong. She has been known to multitask however and who says that she can't egg both of them on while removing her heel and keeping her gaze locked on the way that Sylvain's skin pebbles at Claude's cool touch? The jewels on his shirt sparkle in the dim light of the cabin in a way that she can't help but admire. Her admiration is cut short however - and just in time too as her other heel comes off and she finds herself wedged between them.
Without her heels the height difference between them is emphasized. Her eyes trail up from Sylvain's chest to his face all too aware of Claude's presence at her back. The realization that she had been in a similar position several nights before flashes through her mind and a faint shiver runs up her spine. The moment she's thinking of hadn't been the first, but it had started out in a similar fashion - them playfully joking around in the kitchen before she eventually found herself wedged between them. At the time it had reminded her of that night at the inn in Aquila before they had started down this path. It had been too much for her at the time and she had wormed her way out of there before anything more could happen. In that sense, Sylvain's words about her being tongue-tied is true. She is the one that needed more reassurance out of the two of them. At least when it came to this.
The difference between now and then? She feels braver. Casting a glance over her shoulder towards Claude - a silent signal that had passed between them so many times before - her fingers easily find the waistband of Sylvain's pants. Fingers trail along his waistband, fingernails skirting along his warm skin. ]
We can't help you come to a decision if you're both teaming up on me. So I think Claude and I will have to work together on this one to help you come to a conclusion.
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Date: 2024-01-12 05:27 am (UTC)String two words together? What is that supposed to mean? Because I know you aren't talking about right now.
[ The challenge in her tone is evident, as if daring either of them to prove her wrong. She has been known to multitask however and who says that she can't egg both of them on while removing her heel and keeping her gaze locked on the way that Sylvain's skin pebbles at Claude's cool touch? The jewels on his shirt sparkle in the dim light of the cabin in a way that she can't help but admire. Her admiration is cut short however - and just in time too as her other heel comes off and she finds herself wedged between them.
Without her heels the height difference between them is emphasized. Her eyes trail up from Sylvain's chest to his face all too aware of Claude's presence at her back. The realization that she had been in a similar position several nights before flashes through her mind and a faint shiver runs up her spine. The moment she's thinking of hadn't been the first, but it had started out in a similar fashion - them playfully joking around in the kitchen before she eventually found herself wedged between them. At the time it had reminded her of that night at the inn in Aquila before they had started down this path. It had been too much for her at the time and she had wormed her way out of there before anything more could happen. In that sense, Sylvain's words about her being tongue-tied is true. She is the one that needed more reassurance out of the two of them. At least when it came to this.
The difference between now and then? She feels braver. Casting a glance over her shoulder towards Claude - a silent signal that had passed between them so many times before - her fingers easily find the waistband of Sylvain's pants. Fingers trail along his waistband, fingernails skirting along his warm skin. ]
We can't help you come to a decision if you're both teaming up on me. So I think Claude and I will have to work together on this one to help you come to a conclusion.