He levers himself up as she pulls away, as she stands and shifts out of the scrap of cloth around her hips. It hadn't hid much but still, having her fully exposed before him is new, is vulnerable, and his heart does a flip in his chest. He shifts, on the bed, doesn't rise as he pushes down his own silken smalls. They make it halfway down his thighs before she takes them and pulls them down, frees his cock and his legs and then climbs astride him once more.
She shifts up the bed, moving until she towers over him, until he is looking up the length of her, at the fall of her hair and the topography of her torso. She is lovely and he knows, at once, what her plan is to be. His smile is wide and he bites his lower lip in casual excitement.
"How kind, a Meditation on Spring--lovely and lilting, the taste of flowers and blooms upon the warm breath of the sun," Jaskier murmurs. He could be reciting it wrong, it has been some time since he read through those poems, but he thinks not. His hands settle on her thighs and he lies back down, urging her up as she likes.
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She shifts up the bed, moving until she towers over him, until he is looking up the length of her, at the fall of her hair and the topography of her torso. She is lovely and he knows, at once, what her plan is to be. His smile is wide and he bites his lower lip in casual excitement.
"How kind, a Meditation on Spring--lovely and lilting, the taste of flowers and blooms upon the warm breath of the sun," Jaskier murmurs. He could be reciting it wrong, it has been some time since he read through those poems, but he thinks not. His hands settle on her thighs and he lies back down, urging her up as she likes.