[Moving towards the mattress she had pointed out, the qunari gently puts her down before he kneels before her and cups her head in his large hands, pushing her chin up a little bit so he can lean in and bury his face against that pretty pale throat without smacking his horns into her.
She smelled so good, right there, and Taas is quick to put his lips to her skin, kissing a trail down the bare throat and to her shoulder, giving her a brief look to confirm her wants before starting to pull on her clothes.]
Thing about clothes is that, while she wears layers, she doesn't wear those fiddly little underpinnings people call smallclothes. Her shape is her shape, and she's not big enough, chest-wise, to need support. So she's in a wool tunic, a linen undertunic, and wool leggings with garters. That's basically it.
Both tunics are pulled over her head at once. She's already flushed, pressing against his touch and his mouth, eager for his attentions.
It's like unwrapping a present, undressing people. You never knew what you would find underneath. Not even when you had slept with them before. Taas is more than happy to free her from those tunics and admire what lay beneath with an almost hungry look in those brown eyes.
Shit, she was gorgeous. And so tiny.
He needs to have his hands on that at once, curving his head down (carefully) to taste the skin at the dip of her breastbone, a heavy hand stroking down her waist and gripping there, while the other cupped (and completely covered) one of those little breasts. He ran the calloused fingers over the pretty little curve before trapping the nipple between them, teasing it shamelessly.
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[Moving towards the mattress she had pointed out, the qunari gently puts her down before he kneels before her and cups her head in his large hands, pushing her chin up a little bit so he can lean in and bury his face against that pretty pale throat without smacking his horns into her.
She smelled so good, right there, and Taas is quick to put his lips to her skin, kissing a trail down the bare throat and to her shoulder, giving her a brief look to confirm her wants before starting to pull on her clothes.]
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Both tunics are pulled over her head at once. She's already flushed, pressing against his touch and his mouth, eager for his attentions.
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Shit, she was gorgeous. And so tiny.
He needs to have his hands on that at once, curving his head down (carefully) to taste the skin at the dip of her breastbone, a heavy hand stroking down her waist and gripping there, while the other cupped (and completely covered) one of those little breasts. He ran the calloused fingers over the pretty little curve before trapping the nipple between them, teasing it shamelessly.
"Look at you, blushing so nicely for me."