( There is an ease to this—because she cares for him, because she is beginning to place her trust in him—and because for a refreshing change, there is no ill magic in the air courtesy of one of the witches. So when afforded an opportunity to be herself and indulge in a bit of mischief: she will. She rocks her hips into his insistently, moaning softly as the dampness grows between her thighs. And still—she's laughing, her eyes sparkling with the playfulness she's not expected to feel.
It is entirely his doing. )
You have no idea. ( She grins, leaning forward to brush her nose against his in an affectionate gesture. ) By the time we are done, you may well think me an imp.
( But she arches up, shifting so that he can tug the shift higher, a deep sigh escaping her at the firm squeeze against her rear. Elizabeth gives him a look, once the fabric is gone and forgotten where it has landed, and reaches her free hand between them to play along the fastenings of his breeches, light, still teasing. She knows what he wants, but will happily make him deal with this sweet torment a little longer, in essence. )
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It is entirely his doing. )
You have no idea. ( She grins, leaning forward to brush her nose against his in an affectionate gesture. ) By the time we are done, you may well think me an imp.
( But she arches up, shifting so that he can tug the shift higher, a deep sigh escaping her at the firm squeeze against her rear. Elizabeth gives him a look, once the fabric is gone and forgotten where it has landed, and reaches her free hand between them to play along the fastenings of his breeches, light, still teasing. She knows what he wants, but will happily make him deal with this sweet torment a little longer, in essence. )