[ it's not far at all to the bedroom, actually, and tseng knows clorinde is more than capable of walking, but tseng likes to feel her pressed against him this way, and anyway—it's his birthday, shouldn't he be allowed?
(maybe the one time tseng will ever use that argument, in jest or otherwise.)
tseng sets clorinde down on her feet just at the foot of the bed and takes a half-step back, only just enough that he can bring his hands up between them to let her guide him to where the zipper is hidden away in the fabric. he takes his time undoing it, revealing the skin and lace underneath little by little. not wanting to just drop it—the dress seems nice, after all—tseng coaxes the fabric gently over clorinde's curves, kneeling as he goes until he can gather it all at her ankles and let her step out of it before setting the dress to the side.
and then... he stays on his knees, looking up at her. his hands move up her calves, her thighs, come to rest on her hips. clorinde is beautiful, absolutely captivating, a vision in perfect blue lace from which tseng couldn't possibly look away. ]
Ramuh, you're perfect. [ he leans forward to press his face briefly to her lower stomach, kissing down from her navel toward the hem of her panties. his fingers slip underneath one of her garters, a small, possessive touch. ]
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(maybe the one time tseng will ever use that argument, in jest or otherwise.)
tseng sets clorinde down on her feet just at the foot of the bed and takes a half-step back, only just enough that he can bring his hands up between them to let her guide him to where the zipper is hidden away in the fabric. he takes his time undoing it, revealing the skin and lace underneath little by little. not wanting to just drop it—the dress seems nice, after all—tseng coaxes the fabric gently over clorinde's curves, kneeling as he goes until he can gather it all at her ankles and let her step out of it before setting the dress to the side.
and then... he stays on his knees, looking up at her. his hands move up her calves, her thighs, come to rest on her hips. clorinde is beautiful, absolutely captivating, a vision in perfect blue lace from which tseng couldn't possibly look away. ]
Ramuh, you're perfect. [ he leans forward to press his face briefly to her lower stomach, kissing down from her navel toward the hem of her panties. his fingers slip underneath one of her garters, a small, possessive touch. ]