Seras restrains herself from going after that little streak of blood– it’s tempting to lean in for a taste, but the sensation might wake him, and she’s not quite ready for that to happen just yet.
To save them both the embarrassment of a face-to-face encounter upon his waking, Seras decides she’s going to be a little… creative, about the solution to his release relief. Resuming the position they’d fallen asleep in, she closes the distance between them by settling back into the curve of his body and taking her place as the little spoon once more. This sleeping position had always come with a warning; bodies did what bodies were going to do. …This was a little beyond anything she’d come to experience with him yet, but getting pokes and prods here and there were just par for the course. This was just an…advanced version of that! That’s all–
Slipping a hand between their bodies, Seras presses her palm flat against Alfred’s lower belly, hesitating for a beat and giving herself one last chance to abandon ship. She steels herself, closing her eyes and swallowing her nerves before dipping beneath the waistband of his undergarments. She’s immediately greeted by a firm heat twitching pleadingly against her fingers, begging her for attention that his tail simply is unable to provide. A gasp tightens her chest for a split second with the reminder of what she’s up against-- she’d taken his inseam measurements before and been sharing a bed with him for a couple of months now-- one would think that of all things she should remember this. And yet he still manages to take her by surprise. Seras presses onward to tame the beast, pushing her hips back against his, curling her fingers around him before she–... pauses. Hesitates. Oh god, she’s really doing it, she’s touching him. She’s touching him and it feels much bigger in her hand than it looked– and it already looked pretty big!
What’s she supposed to do with all this?
Sorry, Alfred. Having someone gripping but not stroking is probably just about as unsatisfying as his tail grinding, but she needs just a moment to process what exactly she’s gotten herself into.
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To save them both the embarrassment of a face-to-face encounter upon his waking, Seras decides she’s going to be a little… creative, about the solution to his
releaserelief. Resuming the position they’d fallen asleep in, she closes the distance between them by settling back into the curve of his body and taking her place as the little spoon once more. This sleeping position had always come with a warning; bodies did what bodies were going to do. …This was a little beyond anything she’d come to experience with him yet, but getting pokes and prods here and there were just par for the course. This was just an…advanced version of that! That’s all–Slipping a hand between their bodies, Seras presses her palm flat against Alfred’s lower belly, hesitating for a beat and giving herself one last chance to abandon ship. She steels herself, closing her eyes and swallowing her nerves before dipping beneath the waistband of his undergarments. She’s immediately greeted by a firm heat twitching pleadingly against her fingers, begging her for attention that his tail simply is unable to provide. A gasp tightens her chest for a split second with the reminder of what she’s up against-- she’d taken his inseam measurements before and been sharing a bed with him for a couple of months now-- one would think that of all things she should remember this. And yet he still manages to take her by surprise. Seras presses onward to tame the beast, pushing her hips back against his, curling her fingers around him before she–... pauses. Hesitates. Oh god, she’s really doing it, she’s touching him. She’s touching him and it feels much bigger in her hand than it looked– and it already looked pretty big!
What’s she supposed to do with all this?
Sorry, Alfred. Having someone gripping but not stroking is probably just about as unsatisfying as his tail grinding, but she needs just a moment to process what exactly she’s gotten herself into.