[It's a soft kiss, gentle and lingering. Sometimes it's easy to forget the joy to be found in just kissing and being held. And there's a special sort of thrill, Nadine realizes, at discovering a new lover. She presses herself fully against him, sighing quietly against his mouth at the feel of his body against hers. It's almost electric, this press of skin against skin. She's so aware of him, every unique plane and angle of his form.
Her hands slide into his hair as she stands on tiptoe, noting the swell of him against her. That's another little thrill. There's a power in arousal, in the inspiring of it. That's one thing Nadine's minefield of a sexual past has taught her.]
I think I'd like that very much, Jaskier.
[Just the sensation of his hands on her sides, his mouth on her cheek...the feelings they're sending spiraling through her are knee-weakening enough. What heights of tactile pleasure were waiting in the bed?]
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Her hands slide into his hair as she stands on tiptoe, noting the swell of him against her. That's another little thrill. There's a power in arousal, in the inspiring of it. That's one thing Nadine's minefield of a sexual past has taught her.]
I think I'd like that very much, Jaskier.
[Just the sensation of his hands on her sides, his mouth on her cheek...the feelings they're sending spiraling through her are knee-weakening enough. What heights of tactile pleasure were waiting in the bed?]