It's like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar... But a thousand times worse.
Why did she think he would stay asleep the whole time? Why did she think this was a good idea? Why does he sound like that??? Is she in trouble?
"Ah-- uhm--" Shit, shit, shit. "I-I'm sorry!"
Seras swallows a whine, taking her hand from him and moving to roll over and away to sit up on her knees and bend over them in an apologetic (and decidedly dramatic) bow.
"I-I'm sorry, I-- I thought--" she peeks up through her bangs, trying to gauge his expression, but finding herself stuck on the view from here -- he's so cute drowsy, dazed and on display like that.
No, no...she shouldn't. She didn't ask! Seras whimpers and shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut and lowering her head once more. Oh, no... Why did it look like his eyes were...glowing? Is he that upset? Or is she just seeing things?
She folds her arms in front of her on the bed, bottom in the air, tail wagging in the slow, nervous way it does when a dog is unsure about appeasing their master. "Y-you just sounded like you could-- could use the help? A-and you said my name and everything, so-- so I thought you wanted my help--"
Alfred almost whines himself as she pulls away - but he stifles it well enough by turning his attention instead to the (adorable, wow) prostration in apology. He still doesn't look angry, face flushed, panting a little...and as his wits gather slowly about him, he twitches a little smile, brows knitting together in confusion.
The voice that tumbles from his lips is hoarse, low. It catches him a little off-guard, and he pauses, watching her posture. The way she has her back arched, with her rear in the air like that, he can't help but imagine -
Oh, scheize, he needs to pull himself together, this is his GIRLFRIEND, she heard him having THAT DREAM about HER, and instead of being mortified, she was -
His tongue darts briefly over his lips to wet them.
"I...I'm...a little...embarrassed...that you heard me l-like...like that, but...but I...ah...."
His wings twitch and shudder. He's leaning slowly closer, whether he realizes it or not. Instinct is pulling him in, but he won't dare go any further without being told explicitly that it's okay. He loves her. If she isn't ready, he will excuse himself, and that is that.
But....
"Now that I'm...awake...if you want to, I- ah-"
The glow in his eyes pulses again, and he shudders, his voice tumbling out in a tone Distinctly Different from how he normally speaks.
"...We don't have to stop...if you don't want to."
Oh... She's not in trouble. Thank goodness. Still, her heart races in her chest, having yet to catch up with his permission or to acknowledge his own apparent eagerness to pick up where she left off...
"A-ah... Really?"
Luckily, the rest of her is paying close as attention to his words, his body language, that look in his eye. His return to his demon form brought with it a number of new expressions for her to learn, including the ravenous glare fixated on her at this very moment. The first time she'd noticed it was only a few days ago, after they'd spent some ridiculous amount of time with their mouths and (clothed!) bodies pressed together in this same bed... But she thought she was just seeing things then, too. But after that dream of his ... there's no mistaking it, now. He wants her.
And for god knows how long, she's wanted nothing more than to give herself to him. This is it, this was what she was waiting for-- take the chance while it's being offered, right?
It takes a remarkable level of restraint to avoid tackling him right back onto the bed, but she manages to keep her puppy brain under control. The pace of her wagging picks up as she pushes herself upright, careful not to come across too eager... That might be a little much, right?
"I do..!" Wait, no. "Ah, I-- I mean. I don't-- I don't want to stop. I want to--" No, shut up, she has to stop trying to use words and put that mouth to better use.
So instead, Seras will return to him, tossing her arms around his neck and pressing into a deep, hungry kiss, chuckling low in her chest as she moves to straddle his lap. His excitement is still quite obvious, especially pressed against her like this, their bodies cruelly separated by the satin of her shorts. Though, that may be more enjoyment for him than torment... she can hope, anyway.
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Date: 2022-08-10 05:19 am (UTC)Why did she think he would stay asleep the whole time? Why did she think this was a good idea? Why does he sound like that??? Is she in trouble?
"Ah-- uhm--" Shit, shit, shit. "I-I'm sorry!"
Seras swallows a whine, taking her hand from him and moving to roll over and away to sit up on her knees and bend over them in an apologetic (and decidedly dramatic) bow.
"I-I'm sorry, I-- I thought--" she peeks up through her bangs, trying to gauge his expression, but finding herself stuck on the view from here -- he's so cute drowsy, dazed and on display like that.
No, no...she shouldn't. She didn't ask! Seras whimpers and shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut and lowering her head once more. Oh, no... Why did it look like his eyes were...glowing? Is he that upset? Or is she just seeing things?
She folds her arms in front of her on the bed, bottom in the air, tail wagging in the slow, nervous way it does when a dog is unsure about appeasing their master. "Y-you just sounded like you could-- could use the help? A-and you said my name and everything, so-- so I thought you wanted my help--"
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Date: 2022-08-10 08:00 am (UTC)"No, Seras - Seras, meine liebe, it's - it's okay, d-don't-"
The voice that tumbles from his lips is hoarse, low. It catches him a little off-guard, and he pauses, watching her posture. The way she has her back arched, with her rear in the air like that, he can't help but imagine -
Oh, scheize, he needs to pull himself together, this is his GIRLFRIEND, she heard him having THAT DREAM about HER, and instead of being mortified, she was -
His tongue darts briefly over his lips to wet them.
"I...I'm...a little...embarrassed...that you heard me l-like...like that, but...but I...ah...."
His wings twitch and shudder. He's leaning slowly closer, whether he realizes it or not. Instinct is pulling him in, but he won't dare go any further without being told explicitly that it's okay. He loves her. If she isn't ready, he will excuse himself, and that is that.
But....
"Now that I'm...awake...if you want to, I- ah-"
The glow in his eyes pulses again, and he shudders, his voice tumbling out in a tone Distinctly Different from how he normally speaks.
"...We don't have to stop...if you don't want to."
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Date: 2022-08-11 06:14 am (UTC)"A-ah... Really?"
Luckily, the rest of her is paying close as attention to his words, his body language, that look in his eye. His return to his demon form brought with it a number of new expressions for her to learn, including the ravenous glare fixated on her at this very moment. The first time she'd noticed it was only a few days ago, after they'd spent some ridiculous amount of time with their mouths and (clothed!) bodies pressed together in this same bed... But she thought she was just seeing things then, too. But after that dream of his ... there's no mistaking it, now. He wants her.
And for god knows how long, she's wanted nothing more than to give herself to him. This is it, this was what she was waiting for-- take the chance while it's being offered, right?
It takes a remarkable level of restraint to avoid tackling him right back onto the bed, but she manages to keep her puppy brain under control. The pace of her wagging picks up as she pushes herself upright, careful not to come across too eager... That might be a little much, right?
"I do..!" Wait, no. "Ah, I-- I mean. I don't-- I don't want to stop. I want to--" No, shut up, she has to stop trying to use words and put that mouth to better use.
So instead, Seras will return to him, tossing her arms around his neck and pressing into a deep, hungry kiss, chuckling low in her chest as she moves to straddle his lap. His excitement is still quite obvious, especially pressed against her like this, their bodies cruelly separated by the satin of her shorts. Though, that may be more enjoyment for him than torment... she can hope, anyway.