[ the (purposeful) ticklish kisses cause a little more squirming and a huff of (faux) annoyance, though the squirming soon stills as his lips trail along her thigh. there's a curl of anticipation forming in her stomach, though inej thinks it's different, than her normal anxiety around things like this. she doesn't feel panicked, or nauseous -- a normal kind of nervous.
she's about to say so, that she's fine, when his ministrations turn to between her legs. and there's a sudden jolt of warmth that races through her, climbing up her spine and escaping in a soft gasp, her fingers curling into the fabric of the comforter. it's a light touch, barely nothing, but enough for her to realize (in something of a daze) that she feels fine.
better than fine, really. good.
she relaxes back against the bed, willing herself to relax, a slow breath escaping. in the back of her mind, inej wonders how he got the idea to do this in the first place. but that thought is quickly overridden by the fact that she wants him to keep going. ]
I'm okay.
[ she murmurs, feeling . . . tense, maybe? she isn't sure. but she doesn't want him to stop. ]
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she's about to say so, that she's fine, when his ministrations turn to between her legs. and there's a sudden jolt of warmth that races through her, climbing up her spine and escaping in a soft gasp, her fingers curling into the fabric of the comforter. it's a light touch, barely nothing, but enough for her to realize (in something of a daze) that she feels fine.
better than fine, really. good.
she relaxes back against the bed, willing herself to relax, a slow breath escaping. in the back of her mind, inej wonders how he got the idea to do this in the first place. but that thought is quickly overridden by the fact that she wants him to keep going. ]
I'm okay.
[ she murmurs, feeling . . . tense, maybe? she isn't sure. but she doesn't want him to stop. ]