[ He shifts backwards on the bed. His eyes follow the curves of her body as her dress slinks off her shoulders, past her hips. She does often wear something silky and lacy, but this is particularly form over function.
He tugs gently, playfully, on one of the embroidered flowers. ]
Hm. Good thing I showed you someplace nice.
[ As she lays back, he curves over her, knees on either side. His lips brush hers, and beneath his fingers, one of the flowers turns into a fresh bloom. A soft scent fills the air. He doesn't usually manipulate what already exists in the Horizon, but now and again, he's inclined. ]
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He tugs gently, playfully, on one of the embroidered flowers. ]
Hm. Good thing I showed you someplace nice.
[ As she lays back, he curves over her, knees on either side. His lips brush hers, and beneath his fingers, one of the flowers turns into a fresh bloom. A soft scent fills the air. He doesn't usually manipulate what already exists in the Horizon, but now and again, he's inclined. ]