[Nadine lifts her arms for him, the bulky sweater easily coming off and leaving her in her jeans and white cotton bra. There's no sudden rush of shame as she's left partially bared, expanses of ivory skin exposed in the flickering lantern light. Removed of her clothes, she's a creature of monochrome, white and white on pale. There's nothing to be ashamed of, no reason to shy away or cover herself. She knows she's physically appealing, knows the dancing shadows and lights only highlight the lean angles of her, exaggerate her stark palette.
She doesn't stop him, tipping her head with a little 'hmm' to encourage him to keep doing what he's doing. Her own hands stay at her sides for now, just enjoying the attention in the prelude. She doesn't intend to still her hands for long. But this is new, this attention lavished on her. At least in this particular way. What harm is there in passively enjoying it?]
I promise you're going to get somewhere. Help or no help.
[Her hips lift slightly when Jaskier's questing fingers find the fastening of her jeans. They feel too heavy, too constricting all of a sudden. Like they're smothering her skin.]
But I might have to reprimand you if you take too long.
[The words are meant mostly in jest...but there's a flirty little tinge to them.]
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She doesn't stop him, tipping her head with a little 'hmm' to encourage him to keep doing what he's doing. Her own hands stay at her sides for now, just enjoying the attention in the prelude. She doesn't intend to still her hands for long. But this is new, this attention lavished on her. At least in this particular way. What harm is there in passively enjoying it?]
I promise you're going to get somewhere. Help or no help.
[Her hips lift slightly when Jaskier's questing fingers find the fastening of her jeans. They feel too heavy, too constricting all of a sudden. Like they're smothering her skin.]
But I might have to reprimand you if you take too long.
[The words are meant mostly in jest...but there's a flirty little tinge to them.]