[ There's a soft exhale of affirmation from Hilda as the slinky fabric of the dress drops in a quiet woosh to the floor. The garment hadn't been offering much warmth or coverage to begin with, but now that it lay on the floor pooled around her feet it was more apparent than ever that she really had nothing else underneath it. It had been part practicality, part a desire to tease the two that now shared the room with her.
But it's not the cold that leaves her skin pebbling. Claude's earlier teasing had already peaked her nipples into pert points and his hand trailing down the length of her body are the cause. One particular twist of her nipple causes her back to arch slightly as another pleased noise slips from parted lips. She makes no move to stop Claude, enjoying the feeling of his roaming hand and all too enraptured by the sight of Sylvain. Biting her bottom lip doesn't diminish the fact that there now sits a mischievous smirk there that probably mirrors the one on Claude's face. ]
I could say the same about you.
[ Before Claude's hand brushes against the top of her thighs she turns, unclasping the cloak from around his neck and letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor. Her hands make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, kissing and sucking along his chest until that's pushed to the floor too. She moves south, lips cresting the top of his pants before her eyes flick up dangerously towards him. ]
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But it's not the cold that leaves her skin pebbling. Claude's earlier teasing had already peaked her nipples into pert points and his hand trailing down the length of her body are the cause. One particular twist of her nipple causes her back to arch slightly as another pleased noise slips from parted lips. She makes no move to stop Claude, enjoying the feeling of his roaming hand and all too enraptured by the sight of Sylvain. Biting her bottom lip doesn't diminish the fact that there now sits a mischievous smirk there that probably mirrors the one on Claude's face. ]
I could say the same about you.
[ Before Claude's hand brushes against the top of her thighs she turns, unclasping the cloak from around his neck and letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor. Her hands make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, kissing and sucking along his chest until that's pushed to the floor too. She moves south, lips cresting the top of his pants before her eyes flick up dangerously towards him. ]
And you too, of course.