I could be asking you the very same thing with your choice of formal attire, you know.
[ Percival asks, with just the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. It's a light jab at the... distracting attire she chose for herself, but unlike Shura, he finds himself with little to complain about. He inhales sharply, pausing for a moment to think. It would be risky to get up like this, with both of them half-clothed and increasingly impatient, but he can tell that she isn't warm here. And it's hardly a place of privacy— any minute now, someone from inside could walk to this part of the garden and decide to take a breather.
But where to go?
Suddenly, he remembers an area he passed on the way here. Without another word, he gives Shura a small smile, a quick kiss on the lips, and raises the dress back onto her shoulders just enough that she's a little more covered up. Just in case they're ran into on the way. He leaves himself as he is, however, and he leans forward to lift her as he stands. His arms encircle tightly around her back and waist, and even this type of practical contact makes his heart rate spike.
He moves quickly, and thankfully, most of the party is still preoccupied with the festivities inside. No one but a stray drunk person is roaming the halls, and it makes it easy to duck into the room he'd remembered from before. It's a lounge or a dressing area of some kind. Most importantly, it has a warm fireplace running, is currently unoccupied, and has an intricately decorated daybed in the corner. Gently, he lowers her onto it. ]
I hope this is more acceptable than the cold outdoors. [ He leans down and hovers over her form, taking the back of her palm in his hand and kissing it. ]
Mn, you don't like it~? [It's a very nice dress, and let's be real, it covers up more of her than her usual bikini and hot pants. It was also easier to take off, but that was just a bonus.] Next time, I'll ask you firs--nn!
[She's not expecting to be kissed and lifted up and she lets out a bit of a squawk. It isn't hard to adapt, wrapping her arms around her neck and legs round his waist to cling to him. In the end, this is more of a turn on than anything else. She likes strong men. So she can just let him take her to his intended destination without a fuss. Besides, she can still kiss at his neck like this, and if anyone sees, then so what?
But really, it's what happens when they arrive in the little dressing room that gets a reaction. Laying her down on the daybed so tenderly is one thing, but the way he takes her hand and kisses it shorts her brain. There was a retort on the tip of her tongue, but it's gone in an instant, her face flushing bright and her eyes widening just for a second. This guy... She coughs and glances to the side.]
Yeah, it's good.
[She would have been okay outside!! What is she supposed to do with a guy being nice to her like this??]
[ Percival is admittedly surprised at her reaction when he lays her down on the daybed. He only knows the Shura that is fiercely confident, ordinarily perhaps even too flippant for his liking, and certainly not one to be shy about such matters. Not when she'd teased him not more than a few minutes ago for being apprehensive himself.
It's... really cute, and definitely unexpected. He looks down at her for a moment, obviously surprised, before his smile grows wider and more genuine. ]
I didn't know you had any bit of shyness in you. Are you having second thoughts? [ His hands resume working on ridding her of that dress again, this time for good, but he will stop if she asks. He leans down to press light, feathery kisses to her lips as he slips the fabric off her shoulders and past her torso. ]
[There are few things that can throw Shura for a loop. She can't hate Percival for being chivalrous, but she could try to take control of the situation. It was annoying that he caught her off guard once--she won't let it happen again. She presses up on her elbows, helping him slip the dress down her body. She sits up once the fabric's off her hips, rising up to her knees and pressing forward to try and straddle his lap. There's absolutely no shame in her once she's left in only her panties and stockings, not so long as he keeps that chivalry to himself.]
Mmm, only second thoughts that I let you keep your pants on this long~
[That's right, time to compensate, hooking her fingers in the waist of his pants.]
[ Percival should have known better than to expect that Shura wouldn’t continue to surprise him. He felt too arrogant in that brief moment of apparent vulnerability, and if there’s one thing Percival feels complete comfort in, it’s taking lead.
This, although not altogether unwelcome, takes him aback all over again. His breath hitches in his throat as he yields and falls back, allowing her to press her weight against his lap, all warm and enticing curves. His confidence falters again, replaced by a small tinge of pink across his nose. ]
We should… perhaps resolve these doubts, then.
[ He only half-stammers, once again acutely aware that the way she’s pressing her groin against his makes his pupils darken and his cock ache. He inhales briefly as she works to get him out of his pants, lifting himself off the couch to ease the process. All the while, he sneaks a hand along her back, hooks his fingers beneath her bra, and gingerly unhooks the clasp. ]
[Shura holds back a sigh of relief as Percival yields to her. Whether or not it was actually good or not, the fact that he seems to bend so easily to her is a little reassuring. If he wasn't so gentle, Shura might have let him lead the way, but seriously. What was she supposed to do with him like that? And maybe it was better if she took control. If nothing else, getting to see him blush was fun.]
Resolve 'em, eh~?
[Pants off is good, and if he's willing to take her bra off, that's even better. She leans her weight against him, savoring the feel on his skin on hers with her breasts now bare. He's warm and firm and damn it, she does like a built man. It makes her shiver, slips her hand between them and slides her palm flat down his belly and lower, stopping only when she reaches his cock. Her touch is teasingly soft as she strokes him, and she tilts her face up, lips parted as she moves in to kiss him again.]
Let's do that.
[Do that and get rid of the needy lust in her belly. This much has her damp and she knows that her underwear is going to be a mess after this. She'd just have to leave them behind when they were done.]
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[ Percival asks, with just the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. It's a light jab at the... distracting attire she chose for herself, but unlike Shura, he finds himself with little to complain about. He inhales sharply, pausing for a moment to think. It would be risky to get up like this, with both of them half-clothed and increasingly impatient, but he can tell that she isn't warm here. And it's hardly a place of privacy— any minute now, someone from inside could walk to this part of the garden and decide to take a breather.
But where to go?
Suddenly, he remembers an area he passed on the way here. Without another word, he gives Shura a small smile, a quick kiss on the lips, and raises the dress back onto her shoulders just enough that she's a little more covered up. Just in case they're ran into on the way. He leaves himself as he is, however, and he leans forward to lift her as he stands. His arms encircle tightly around her back and waist, and even this type of practical contact makes his heart rate spike.
He moves quickly, and thankfully, most of the party is still preoccupied with the festivities inside. No one but a stray drunk person is roaming the halls, and it makes it easy to duck into the room he'd remembered from before. It's a lounge or a dressing area of some kind. Most importantly, it has a warm fireplace running, is currently unoccupied, and has an intricately decorated daybed in the corner. Gently, he lowers her onto it. ]
I hope this is more acceptable than the cold outdoors. [ He leans down and hovers over her form, taking the back of her palm in his hand and kissing it. ]
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[She's not expecting to be kissed and lifted up and she lets out a bit of a squawk. It isn't hard to adapt, wrapping her arms around her neck and legs round his waist to cling to him. In the end, this is more of a turn on than anything else. She likes strong men. So she can just let him take her to his intended destination without a fuss. Besides, she can still kiss at his neck like this, and if anyone sees, then so what?
But really, it's what happens when they arrive in the little dressing room that gets a reaction. Laying her down on the daybed so tenderly is one thing, but the way he takes her hand and kisses it shorts her brain. There was a retort on the tip of her tongue, but it's gone in an instant, her face flushing bright and her eyes widening just for a second. This guy... She coughs and glances to the side.]
Yeah, it's good.
[She would have been okay outside!! What is she supposed to do with a guy being nice to her like this??]
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It's... really cute, and definitely unexpected. He looks down at her for a moment, obviously surprised, before his smile grows wider and more genuine. ]
I didn't know you had any bit of shyness in you. Are you having second thoughts? [ His hands resume working on ridding her of that dress again, this time for good, but he will stop if she asks. He leans down to press light, feathery kisses to her lips as he slips the fabric off her shoulders and past her torso. ]
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[There are few things that can throw Shura for a loop. She can't hate Percival for being chivalrous, but she could try to take control of the situation. It was annoying that he caught her off guard once--she won't let it happen again. She presses up on her elbows, helping him slip the dress down her body. She sits up once the fabric's off her hips, rising up to her knees and pressing forward to try and straddle his lap. There's absolutely no shame in her once she's left in only her panties and stockings, not so long as he keeps that chivalry to himself.]
Mmm, only second thoughts that I let you keep your pants on this long~
[That's right, time to compensate, hooking her fingers in the waist of his pants.]
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This, although not altogether unwelcome, takes him aback all over again. His breath hitches in his throat as he yields and falls back, allowing her to press her weight against his lap, all warm and enticing curves. His confidence falters again, replaced by a small tinge of pink across his nose. ]
We should… perhaps resolve these doubts, then.
[ He only half-stammers, once again acutely aware that the way she’s pressing her groin against his makes his pupils darken and his cock ache. He inhales briefly as she works to get him out of his pants, lifting himself off the couch to ease the process. All the while, he sneaks a hand along her back, hooks his fingers beneath her bra, and gingerly unhooks the clasp. ]
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Resolve 'em, eh~?
[Pants off is good, and if he's willing to take her bra off, that's even better. She leans her weight against him, savoring the feel on his skin on hers with her breasts now bare. He's warm and firm and damn it, she does like a built man. It makes her shiver, slips her hand between them and slides her palm flat down his belly and lower, stopping only when she reaches his cock. Her touch is teasingly soft as she strokes him, and she tilts her face up, lips parted as she moves in to kiss him again.]
Let's do that.
[Do that and get rid of the needy lust in her belly. This much has her damp and she knows that her underwear is going to be a mess after this. She'd just have to leave them behind when they were done.]