[ For Ragna, it was instinctual. An approximation of what it'd be like to keep kissing someone. Couples didn't just press their lips together and be done with it. They also didn't just...go to down slobbering all over one another. Not unlike what he's seen between guests out in public at this damn resort. To that end, it leaves the man at an impasse. How much was too much? How little was too little? Uncertainty despite the fact his curiosity in exploring someone only grew stronger and stronger. Nothing that would spiral out of control in the same way he'd been warned his Azure Grimoire could.
Yet still, the press of Weiss' petite, supple and soft body lights a spark in him he'd long since ignored. And it's Weiss' lips that part ever so slightly first, a move that would have dizzied more ill-prepared recipients. Instead, it makes him feel lightheaded. Where she breathes through her nose, Ragna's response is a rumble of a warm sigh against her lips, following her lead beat for beat as his lips remain parted, only delving and sweeping should his tongue roll against hers as his hand against the back of her dress clenches the fabric slightly. Right on cue for her to take a squeeze of his shoulder.
Pay attention, Ragna. She's got both hands around you now. What about yours?
He can feel it. The elevator dragging oh-so-slowly down...but this time, Ragna doesn't stop. Weiss wasn't. It doesn't hurt to keep leaning down as he was for her, but with her finding purchase between the back of his neck and his broad shoulder, he thinks that he can do a little better for her. Must be hell trying to stay balanced on her tiptoes like this. So he bends his knees just a slight more as he leans over her, the hand on her back roaming up the back of her dress. His gloved hand, the one that she'd held before, finds itself squeezing along the back of her thigh, just below her ass. Like any more pressure and he'd be coaxing her to lift it to brush his side. ]
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Yet still, the press of Weiss' petite, supple and soft body lights a spark in him he'd long since ignored. And it's Weiss' lips that part ever so slightly first, a move that would have dizzied more ill-prepared recipients. Instead, it makes him feel lightheaded. Where she breathes through her nose, Ragna's response is a rumble of a warm sigh against her lips, following her lead beat for beat as his lips remain parted, only delving and sweeping should his tongue roll against hers as his hand against the back of her dress clenches the fabric slightly. Right on cue for her to take a squeeze of his shoulder.
Pay attention, Ragna. She's got both hands around you now. What about yours?
He can feel it. The elevator dragging oh-so-slowly down...but this time, Ragna doesn't stop. Weiss wasn't. It doesn't hurt to keep leaning down as he was for her, but with her finding purchase between the back of his neck and his broad shoulder, he thinks that he can do a little better for her. Must be hell trying to stay balanced on her tiptoes like this. So he bends his knees just a slight more as he leans over her, the hand on her back roaming up the back of her dress. His gloved hand, the one that she'd held before, finds itself squeezing along the back of her thigh, just below her ass. Like any more pressure and he'd be coaxing her to lift it to brush his side. ]