[ her gaze falls unsubtly towards his lap, a mote of the performative igniting—is he hard? is she going to look pretty enough for him? will it be too naked, too human, not perfect enough once she's there? it actually takes a moment to move, even though his words—my last gentle ask—and his roaming fingers jumpstart her pulse.
a little exhale escapes her, against his lips ]
Ah. . . Whatever you say, Herlock.
[ she braces one hand on his knee, then reaches the other across him to rest on the bed and bear her weight. bit by bit, she crawls over his lap, then she takes a steadying breath and lowers herself down into it. doesn't come naturally for Sprezzatura to hand off the reins of control like this, and it's clear. her tail flickers by his ankles, like that of an uncertain cat. ]
There?
[ she probably needs to move up a little more, get his thigh in the crook of where her legs bend at the hip ]
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a little exhale escapes her, against his lips ]
Ah. . . Whatever you say, Herlock.
[ she braces one hand on his knee, then reaches the other across him to rest on the bed and bear her weight. bit by bit, she crawls over his lap, then she takes a steadying breath and lowers herself down into it. doesn't come naturally for Sprezzatura to hand off the reins of control like this, and it's clear. her tail flickers by his ankles, like that of an uncertain cat. ]
There?
[ she probably needs to move up a little more, get his thigh in the crook of where her legs bend at the hip ]