[Edith hadn't given the image of passiveness since this started. She was receptive of kisses, returning them with equal fervor and getting handsy on a low level. He doesn't expect rush from her side and he isn't pushing it on her, so the extra hand is not alarming when when one gets right to it.
Yet it's sorta surprising, a louder way to say she's ready and perhaps he's taking too long. Cloud's smile fades in the slightest when her eyes are drawn away. Worry runs with it debating if it's somehow his fault or a reaction of something unrelated to him.]
Alright. [Buttons gone and the shirt lays open, his hands snaking between them to brushing under and caress the skin about her stomach. Force is behind them to lead back and toward the bed. Least that's the idea of his actions.]
Would you rather I disrobe first? [He's serious, the shirt and pants combination a lift off and belt away from leaving him barer. Making her feel comfortable is high atop of the list of things he wants to go right tonight.]
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Yet it's sorta surprising, a louder way to say she's ready and perhaps he's taking too long. Cloud's smile fades in the slightest when her eyes are drawn away. Worry runs with it debating if it's somehow his fault or a reaction of something unrelated to him.]
Alright. [Buttons gone and the shirt lays open, his hands snaking between them to brushing under and caress the skin about her stomach. Force is behind them to lead back and toward the bed. Least that's the idea of his actions.]
Would you rather I disrobe first? [He's serious, the shirt and pants combination a lift off and belt away from leaving him barer. Making her feel comfortable is high atop of the list of things he wants to go right tonight.]