[She can feel him now that she's sitting on him. It isn't an unfamiliar sensation; certainly she's felt it once or twice during their more 'hot-and-heavy' makeout sessions (as humans like to call it, apparently) when he's gotten a bit too excited. But now all she can think of is what she's seen in the videos, how alike and unlike humans are to Alteans, and now she shifts a bit in his lap, taking a tick to adjust the skirt of her nightgown so she can feel more of his hardening length beneath her.
And when she does, she feels her insides dipping, markings no doubt glowing an even brighter pink as Lance's blush appears to darken and spread.
In the past, she'd have no doubt kicked his ass for saying that. But now, she appears nervous, giddy, and ancients she may be a take charge sort of girl who likes exuding confidence the reality of seeing each other naked for the first time is...nerve-wracking.
Exciting, and the pit of her stomach does a somersault with anticipation but--]
Of course you would. [She's trying to sound coy, voice low, trying to tease him, but it comes out with a bit of a stutter. But she finds purchase in looking down at him as she bundles up the skirt of her nightgown, shifting against him again as she pulls it up and off her.
Slowly not for the sake of aniticpation, but because she doesn't want to get stuck taking it off while distracted by a thousand other things.
She's wearing what looks like a bralette. A blue, lacy thing that matches her undergarments because how much more obvious does she have to be that she's been planning this? Her markings, glowing vibrantly now, are indeed everywhere, sweeping geometric patterns along her arms, tracing her collarbone, the cut of her stomach, trailing down below her belly button in what could only be described as an Altean 'happy trail.'
She knows he thinks her gorgeous, but that doesn't stop her from looking nervously down at him.]
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And when she does, she feels her insides dipping, markings no doubt glowing an even brighter pink as Lance's blush appears to darken and spread.
In the past, she'd have no doubt kicked his ass for saying that. But now, she appears nervous, giddy, and ancients she may be a take charge sort of girl who likes exuding confidence the reality of seeing each other naked for the first time is...nerve-wracking.
Exciting, and the pit of her stomach does a somersault with anticipation but--]
Of course you would. [She's trying to sound coy, voice low, trying to tease him, but it comes out with a bit of a stutter. But she finds purchase in looking down at him as she bundles up the skirt of her nightgown, shifting against him again as she pulls it up and off her.
Slowly not for the sake of aniticpation, but because she doesn't want to get stuck taking it off while distracted by a thousand other things.
She's wearing what looks like a bralette. A blue, lacy thing that matches her undergarments because how much more obvious does she have to be that she's been planning this? Her markings, glowing vibrantly now, are indeed everywhere, sweeping geometric patterns along her arms, tracing her collarbone, the cut of her stomach, trailing down below her belly button in what could only be described as an Altean 'happy trail.'
She knows he thinks her gorgeous, but that doesn't stop her from looking nervously down at him.]
You...better take off your robe as well.