[ Claude's practically predictable answer and actions sparks both amusement and exasperation in her eyes - and therein lies her eternal struggle when it comes to playing coy. As much as she can dish it out, and as much as she enjoys the anticipation, she has and always will be impatient to some degree. Her impatience hasn't hit its peak yet though and instead she settles comfortably into Sylvain's lap. The teasing wiggle of her hips is purposeful on two fronts: one, to see if it gets a rise out of the man it belongs to and two, if it will amuse Claude because she's definitely done something similar to him before in the past.
Claude's touch blazes against her skin, prompting the thought that it's been long since he's touched her like that even jokingly (or as jokingly as someone can get in this state of undress). In contrast, where Sylvain's hands have chosen to rest sends a chill through her spine, and the minuscule wiggle of her hips becomes more of a minuscule grind.
This time she doesn't fall for the kiss, instead letting their breaths mingle with one another's in the quiet of their hotel room. She leans back slightly, turning her head to the side so she can see the both of them in her field of view. Hilda's hands trail down Sylvain's neck so she can tag Claude's face a little closer to theirs. She traces the outline of his lips with her finger, ones that she's mapped out with her own so many times before. Pink eyes flit between green and amber, innocently blinking. ]
I think my imagination needs a little more help. But I'm sure both of you have some ideas.
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Claude's touch blazes against her skin, prompting the thought that it's been long since he's touched her like that even jokingly (or as jokingly as someone can get in this state of undress). In contrast, where Sylvain's hands have chosen to rest sends a chill through her spine, and the minuscule wiggle of her hips becomes more of a minuscule grind.
This time she doesn't fall for the kiss, instead letting their breaths mingle with one another's in the quiet of their hotel room. She leans back slightly, turning her head to the side so she can see the both of them in her field of view. Hilda's hands trail down Sylvain's neck so she can tag Claude's face a little closer to theirs. She traces the outline of his lips with her finger, ones that she's mapped out with her own so many times before. Pink eyes flit between green and amber, innocently blinking. ]
I think my imagination needs a little more help. But I'm sure both of you have some ideas.