[It's a challenge, that whisper, and Wave presses up against him in response, challenge reflected in the half-smile, half-smirk she gives him... which only grows at the sound of that groan. It's probably answer enough, but she can't help herself as he goes to work down her jaw, skimming both hands back up his sides in a feather-light brush, the exact opposite of a moment ago.]
I'm not planning on backing down. I want to see what you've got, Kaeya.
[But she doesn't plan to stop touching him until she has to. Her breath catches as he reaches her collarbone, fingers digging into his skin as she bites her lip to keep from loosing a moan of her own, but she arches again to help him along in removing her top, bare breasts spilling free once they're past the point of no return.
Now he's the one overdressed, she thinks, even if this has really just evened out the playing field. But for as much as she'd like to shove his pants off of him, she holds back for now. He's the one that started this with his talk of "punishing" her and making sure she doesn't forget; there's a sense of control that he's wielded so far that she's loathe to try and take away just yet. She's not about to just lie here complacent and docile--never a-fucking-gain--but she wants him to take this lead, to know that she's heard him. To know that even though she might have brought up that not-so-innocent thought, having just him on his own isn't a second-best option.
He can lead, and she'll absolutely fucking follow.]
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I'm not planning on backing down. I want to see what you've got, Kaeya.
[But she doesn't plan to stop touching him until she has to. Her breath catches as he reaches her collarbone, fingers digging into his skin as she bites her lip to keep from loosing a moan of her own, but she arches again to help him along in removing her top, bare breasts spilling free once they're past the point of no return.
Now he's the one overdressed, she thinks, even if this has really just evened out the playing field. But for as much as she'd like to shove his pants off of him, she holds back for now. He's the one that started this with his talk of "punishing" her and making sure she doesn't forget; there's a sense of control that he's wielded so far that she's loathe to try and take away just yet. She's not about to just lie here complacent and docile--never a-fucking-gain--but she wants him to take this lead, to know that she's heard him. To know that even though she might have brought up that not-so-innocent thought, having just him on his own isn't a second-best option.
He can lead, and she'll absolutely fucking follow.]