[Even now, her quip—whether sincere or joking—still manages to amuse him a little. Sephiroth arches a brow despite everything, his mouth curved into a smile; yes, that was an ask for permission rather than a showing of incompetence when it comes to unbuttoning a garment. But he’ll not argue the point once she has the front of her trousers unbuttoned or otherwise loosened enough for him to slip long fingers down the open vee. Maybe slipping his touch right beneath her undergarments, seeking the warmth and slickness between her legs, will ease her impatience.
That, or stoke a fire in them both, already running hot.]
I hope you can give me more credit than that, Ciri.
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That, or stoke a fire in them both, already running hot.]
I hope you can give me more credit than that, Ciri.