[Well, a dress is certainly more material to bunch up in his fingers, when he'd rather use his hands to feel her skin, instead. But that's fine, too; let it ruck up while he smooths over the lines of her waist. Again, he hitches his hips against the thin fabric of her underwear as she catches him in another kiss, her arms looped around his neck.
Sephiroth indulges in it, but it's clear that standing, a height difference might come into play as a slight issue. Still, for now, he's more concerned about that dress:]
This is in the way.
[Where his fingers bunch in the cloth, now they tug. Let him help you with that, perhaps, Ciri. Does it untie in the back?]
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Sephiroth indulges in it, but it's clear that standing, a height difference might come into play as a slight issue. Still, for now, he's more concerned about that dress:]
This is in the way.
[Where his fingers bunch in the cloth, now they tug. Let him help you with that, perhaps, Ciri. Does it untie in the back?]