[ Her hand shies away when his replaces it, letting him at the belt buckle. But she is curious, and while he moves to undress himself, her fingers slide lower, hovering just over the shape of him bulging in his trousers.
Before he can unbutton the trousers completely, she closes the distance, palm cupping him through the fabric so gently it's barely a touch, aware of the heat radiating beneath.
She draws her lower lip between her teeth, exhaling sharply. Not sure when to tell him-- or if she's too embarrassed to say it at all.
Ciri just nods, pulls her hand away enough to let him open his pants the rest of the way, and watches. ]
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Before he can unbutton the trousers completely, she closes the distance, palm cupping him through the fabric so gently it's barely a touch, aware of the heat radiating beneath.
She draws her lower lip between her teeth, exhaling sharply. Not sure when to tell him-- or if she's too embarrassed to say it at all.
Ciri just nods, pulls her hand away enough to let him open his pants the rest of the way, and watches. ]