[Nadine chuckles, delighted at Jaskier's response. She thinks maybe, if she put her mind to it, she could make him come undone entirely. It's a strangely tempting thought.
Something to be examined later.]
I can be very poetic, when I want.
[God knows she's read enough of the romantic era offerings in her teen and college years. But it's hard to think about that, when Jaskier's fingers breech the feeble last defense of her underthings. It hasn't really been that long since she was touched, a couple of weeks maybe, but it doesn't matter. Something had awoken in her, that first night in the desert, a craving for physical pleasure she'd never known she had the capacity for.
And Jaskier is good. She doesn't know if it's the drugs or just the novelty, but it already feels like he's working her body with a skilled knowledge. She gasps against his mouth and twitches against his exploratory fingers, wanting more with a fierceness that almost frightens her.]
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Something to be examined later.]
I can be very poetic, when I want.
[God knows she's read enough of the romantic era offerings in her teen and college years. But it's hard to think about that, when Jaskier's fingers breech the feeble last defense of her underthings. It hasn't really been that long since she was touched, a couple of weeks maybe, but it doesn't matter. Something had awoken in her, that first night in the desert, a craving for physical pleasure she'd never known she had the capacity for.
And Jaskier is good. She doesn't know if it's the drugs or just the novelty, but it already feels like he's working her body with a skilled knowledge. She gasps against his mouth and twitches against his exploratory fingers, wanting more with a fierceness that almost frightens her.]