[ Leaning in, soft and gentle with him, Lauralae takes what she can get, lets herself drown in the gentle familiarity of offering someone her sweetness, her tenderness. It's sometimes easier to let someone else take control, to let them be in charge of her, to let them guide her to what they like, as unpractised as she remains, but she is growing bolder. She is starting to know herself better, know her own wants, and it is sprung upon her like a surprise.
His fingers brush along her spine, and she sighs, leaning back to watch him, content to see what might please him best and how she can give it. ]
Oh.
[ Reaching out, her fingers brush along the new shape, the warmth of his magic settling along her body as she tilts her head. She's curious and interested, and she tilts in to look at it a little closer, as if she could understand the magic of it just by witnessing it. It's nothing like she has been able to make of her own merit, and she wonders if he might teach her how to do it.
The warmth of his cheeks draws her in, and she presses a kiss to the skin there. ]
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His fingers brush along her spine, and she sighs, leaning back to watch him, content to see what might please him best and how she can give it. ]
Oh.
[ Reaching out, her fingers brush along the new shape, the warmth of his magic settling along her body as she tilts her head. She's curious and interested, and she tilts in to look at it a little closer, as if she could understand the magic of it just by witnessing it. It's nothing like she has been able to make of her own merit, and she wonders if he might teach her how to do it.
The warmth of his cheeks draws her in, and she presses a kiss to the skin there. ]
How would you bid me use it?