[ There's so much that he could say about that. If he stops to question himself now though, he'll be left wondering if he's done something wrong. If his desire for her has waned, even if unintentionally. Yet he spends close to every day with her, waking up next to her, adoring her and telling her that he loves her. And it never feels old. It's always felt right. While Cloud contemplates this all, on the surface, he's as stern and unreadable as ever. Her breath trembles and he feels the urge to let go of her hands solely so he can make good on yanking her robe apart and caressing her body directly.
Time and time again, Weiss will tell him not to go. To always come back. Never leave. Compounded by the weaker sounding query she just lays upon him, his hold on her hands firms, fingers laced as he shifts atop her. It's not very often he puts her in a position like this. And the thoughts that continue turning in his head would have definitely earned him a playful(?) smack if he ever verbalized them outloud. He's better at showing then telling. But commanding her...
He understands what she means when she wants him like before. Worried that she's asking for too much. And as their eyes lock, the thread so taut it can snap at any moment... ]
... Hm.
[ He smirks, his body pulsing with need, realizing there's nothing to worry about. It's just sinking in just how...well, it's not fair to say she's "kinky". But she yearns for the authority he had as a dragon, 'punishing' her for leaving him mid-sex for food. Or shivering when he tells her to lean back against his chest while riding him. Not giving her the reprieve she says she needs when he's still going, having given her that hot fill her body craves.
She likes it when dirty words spill from his mouth.
It's all clicking with him now. Prim and proper Weiss Schnee, talented huntress, former heiress to the Schnee Dust Company who would sooner turn her nose up to vulgarity... And she's turned on by everything that breaks this mold. Everything that breaks her. And that turned him on so damn much.
Rather than answer her directly (he'll do that later), he moves back until he's more straddling her hips as he squeezes her hands, leaned down fully over her so he can hungrily capture her lips with another kiss. If she can feel him, hot and yearning against her in this position, he didn't care. If he wanted to, he could have just as effortlessly moved up, straddling her chest instead. But that can come later. Right now, a more feral growl rumbling in his throat as he tastes her on his tongue, it slides against hers before he draws back, trail of saliva thinning between them as he gazes lustfully at her. ]
All night.
[ It's not a request. It's not a softened, romantic desire. ]
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[ There's so much that he could say about that. If he stops to question himself now though, he'll be left wondering if he's done something wrong. If his desire for her has waned, even if unintentionally. Yet he spends close to every day with her, waking up next to her, adoring her and telling her that he loves her. And it never feels old. It's always felt right. While Cloud contemplates this all, on the surface, he's as stern and unreadable as ever. Her breath trembles and he feels the urge to let go of her hands solely so he can make good on yanking her robe apart and caressing her body directly.
Time and time again, Weiss will tell him not to go. To always come back. Never leave. Compounded by the weaker sounding query she just lays upon him, his hold on her hands firms, fingers laced as he shifts atop her. It's not very often he puts her in a position like this. And the thoughts that continue turning in his head would have definitely earned him a playful(?) smack if he ever verbalized them outloud. He's better at showing then telling. But commanding her...
He understands what she means when she wants him like before. Worried that she's asking for too much. And as their eyes lock, the thread so taut it can snap at any moment... ]
... Hm.
[ He smirks, his body pulsing with need, realizing there's nothing to worry about. It's just sinking in just how...well, it's not fair to say she's "kinky". But she yearns for the authority he had as a dragon, 'punishing' her for leaving him mid-sex for food. Or shivering when he tells her to lean back against his chest while riding him. Not giving her the reprieve she says she needs when he's still going, having given her that hot fill her body craves.
She likes it when dirty words spill from his mouth.
It's all clicking with him now. Prim and proper Weiss Schnee, talented huntress, former heiress to the Schnee Dust Company who would sooner turn her nose up to vulgarity... And she's turned on by everything that breaks this mold. Everything that breaks her. And that turned him on so damn much.
Rather than answer her directly (he'll do that later), he moves back until he's more straddling her hips as he squeezes her hands, leaned down fully over her so he can hungrily capture her lips with another kiss. If she can feel him, hot and yearning against her in this position, he didn't care. If he wanted to, he could have just as effortlessly moved up, straddling her chest instead. But that can come later. Right now, a more feral growl rumbling in his throat as he tastes her on his tongue, it slides against hers before he draws back, trail of saliva thinning between them as he gazes lustfully at her. ]
All night.
[ It's not a request. It's not a softened, romantic desire. ]
We're going all night.