[Whatever it is, Cloud's not terribly attentive to getting looked at. Not when he's staring at her and taking no effort to not look. Although staring isn't the right word, admiring is a better word he thinks.
A soft grunt escapes his chest when she's drawn into an embrace. It's warm, hot even, and the self conscious feeling of being too hot against wrecks his brain despite the heat's shared quality.
Yet it's not the thing he's most conscious of now their this close. Things had gotten heated before they were alone in the room and dropping clothing made his condition worse. Perhaps it's a confidence booster on her end to find out how aroused he is, and was.]
If you want... [Having Ed's hand on his waistline seems to suggest she does want to. His hands are still in the groove of her back careful to not over stimulate her again. His face however does move, close and to the side where her neck is free of her long golden hair for a nuzzle of encouragement.]
Take your time. [The night is still long and he's not yet admired her current state of undress enough. There simple undergarments, a clear indicator of practical over aesthetics, and fitting for how she is.] There's a night ahead of us. [Smooth Cloud, real smooth.]
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A soft grunt escapes his chest when she's drawn into an embrace. It's warm, hot even, and the self conscious feeling of being too hot against wrecks his brain despite the heat's shared quality.
Yet it's not the thing he's most conscious of now their this close. Things had gotten heated before they were alone in the room and dropping clothing made his condition worse. Perhaps it's a confidence booster on her end to find out how aroused he is, and was.]
If you want... [Having Ed's hand on his waistline seems to suggest she does want to. His hands are still in the groove of her back careful to not over stimulate her again. His face however does move, close and to the side where her neck is free of her long golden hair for a nuzzle of encouragement.]
Take your time. [The night is still long and he's not yet admired her current state of undress enough. There simple undergarments, a clear indicator of practical over aesthetics, and fitting for how she is.] There's a night ahead of us. [Smooth Cloud, real smooth.]