[ The current threat of her going anywhere is minimal, frankly; despite her usual... abrasive personality her response to the slow and careful kissing is anything but, shivering lightly at the points his hands settle and easily parting her lips for him to explore further, tasting still of the sake he'd shared.
She begins to rock her hips down against him at an agonizingly slow pace, encouraging that hardening flesh hidden beneath the fabric to brush up against her. ]
[It's subtle, but she'll be able to feel how his breath catches in the kiss as she rolls her hips where it counts. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat.
That's encouraging something, alright. He kisses her a little deeper, a little more exploratory. His wandering hand slides up her side again, more confident now, his thumb tracing the swell of her breast.]
[ Not much of a swell; even like this, she still has barely a handful of breast, especially in his larger hands. But her nipples are firm under that soft edge of his touch, and she gives a soft hum against his mouth, smoothing both of her hands up along the muscles of his arms and to his shoulders.
Her hips don't stop moving, either, slow and steady rocking and hot even in the water surrounding them. ]
[He shivers a little, and his kisses get a little more hungry, a little more bold. His fingertips circle her breast, once, twice, before he gently squeezes her nipple and pulls, breaking his kiss just so he can kiss the edge of her jaw, instead.
The hand that's twisting fingers through her hair slides down her shoulders, all the way to the small of her back, pulling her in a little closer as he works his kisses up toward her ear.]
[ She gives a deep, pleased, rumbling hum as his lips trail over her neck, tilting her head to let the hair fall away and bare more skin for him. The tug works to her favor(or-- most certainly-- his; it's his dream after all) as well.
His pull urges her in closer, and she eagerly goes, rolling her hips down against him with firm purpose, her thickly muscled tail firm and smooth between his knees. Her arms loop over his shoulders to hold him close as well, of course, one hand's fingers rubbing through the short hair at his nape. ]
[He pauses his hungry kisses just long enough to breathlessly pant the word "Nychta--", cut off with a short whimper as her hips grind down on him again, his cock straining up against her through the fabric of the towel.]
[His fingertips curl into the small of her back, and he drags his nails down her scutes and over the swell of her ass. He leans forward, pulling himself up against her chest so he can keep reaching -- his hand continues down, down, over her buttcheek, until his fingertips find the smooth underside of her tail. He follows her scales forward and under, fingertips searching for the sensitive places between her legs.]
[ easy enough to find, terribly warm even surrounded by already hot water and slightly slick against his fingers; she shudders with a soft groan, arching her spine forward and lifting her tail a bit to press back against those searching fingers.
Which, unfortunately, takes her away from that hardness between his legs. But she at least has the presence of mind to unwrap an arm from his shoulders and smooth her fingers down over his chest, and further, ever so slowly dragging the towel off and against his cock to replace with her small hand. ]
[He sucks in a breath as she wraps her hand around him, dick hardening in her fingers and twitching into her grip as if seeking her out.
His fingers have also found what they were looking for, exploring her slick folds for a moment or two before, in one slow, steady motion, burying two fingers inside.]
[ She mouths gently at his collar, teeth barely grazing against his skin as she travels up along his neck, petting softly over his cock as it twitches in her grip.
The slow press of his fingers earns an encouraging groan from her, the muscle tensing as he eases in; as if in reward her fingers tighten around his cock and stroke from base to head. ]
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She begins to rock her hips down against him at an agonizingly slow pace, encouraging that hardening flesh hidden beneath the fabric to brush up against her. ]
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That's encouraging something, alright. He kisses her a little deeper, a little more exploratory. His wandering hand slides up her side again, more confident now, his thumb tracing the swell of her breast.]
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Her hips don't stop moving, either, slow and steady rocking and hot even in the water surrounding them. ]
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The hand that's twisting fingers through her hair slides down her shoulders, all the way to the small of her back, pulling her in a little closer as he works his kisses up toward her ear.]
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His pull urges her in closer, and she eagerly goes, rolling her hips down against him with firm purpose, her thickly muscled tail firm and smooth between his knees. Her arms loop over his shoulders to hold him close as well, of course, one hand's fingers rubbing through the short hair at his nape. ]
Cobalt...
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[His fingertips curl into the small of her back, and he drags his nails down her scutes and over the swell of her ass. He leans forward, pulling himself up against her chest so he can keep reaching -- his hand continues down, down, over her buttcheek, until his fingertips find the smooth underside of her tail. He follows her scales forward and under, fingertips searching for the sensitive places between her legs.]
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Which, unfortunately, takes her away from that hardness between his legs. But she at least has the presence of mind to unwrap an arm from his shoulders and smooth her fingers down over his chest, and further, ever so slowly dragging the towel off and against his cock to replace with her small hand. ]
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His fingers have also found what they were looking for, exploring her slick folds for a moment or two before, in one slow, steady motion, burying two fingers inside.]
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The slow press of his fingers earns an encouraging groan from her, the muscle tensing as he eases in; as if in reward her fingers tighten around his cock and stroke from base to head. ]