[That little eyebrow lift doesn't go unnoticed, and Eun's smile deepens as she looks at him. Admires the intelligence and mischief in his eyes, the sharp line of his jaw and the way his robe lays open, draped over his shoulders.]
Why do I get the sense that you'd rather have a different kind of attention?
[Eun presses forward to steal the barest, softest kiss to his lips. Her hand, however, is far more firm, running from his shoulder down, down to his hip and then slipping closer still. She stops shy of running a hand over his cock through his pants, and pulls away from his mouth just far enough to give him a smile.]
Perhaps you'd rather I stroke something other than your ego?
[ He sighs happily into the kiss, though he raises an eyebrow at her stopping around his waistband. ] I would actually love that. And perhaps I can stroke something else for you as well, darling.
[ One of his hands slides up her thigh, and he's tempted to let one of his vines come out to play as well, but in this case, Jae was definitely more inclined for a slow burn. ]
[Eun would have strongly considered sliding off the couch if Jae had stuck to that non-committal "perhaps." Her enjoyment of the game of feigned indifference only goes so far. But Jae...Jae seems to understand that about her now, something she adores him all the more for. Smile spreading wider, she carefully draws his pants down, away from his body enough to slip her hand beneath. The band gives way easily for her to find his cock beneath the soft fabric, to cup him and stroke him gently to begin.]
What can I do to convince you to touch me too?
[As if she isn't already. As if she isn't slowly running her fingers over him, easing them into this unhurriedly and with very deliberate touches. As if she isn't looking at him with adoration that only he's seen in her eyes before.]
You don't need to do much more than this, not that I wasn't planning on taking care of you as well.
[ Jae lets out a hiss of air once her fingers circle his cock, but he still looks up at her with a grin, eyes already blown wide but still looking as calm and composed as he can considering the situation. It's good, all of this. He starts to rub circles into her thighs with his fingers, slowly moving up her hips as he does so with a soft smile on his face. Even now, he knows how lucky he is to be here. ]
[Jae's response is the only reminder she needs of how different he is from anyone else she's been involved with, because he doesn't just say that yes, he'll touch her as well. He'll give her pleasure. No, Jae says that he'll take care of her.
No one she's ever gotten involved with has wanted to do that for her. Maybe she's never let anyone close enough to try before, but then, had any of them been worthy of her before? Had any of them been good enough to make her question at times whether she was good enough for them as well, the way Jae has? Her hand slows to a stop as his hands slip over her thighs just the way she likes, but Eun's gaze rests on his face, expression starting to show the slow realization she comes to. Lips parting with surprise, silence lingers between them for a little too long, and when Eun breaks it, her tone is quiet, and even a little surprised.]
I love you.
[For the longest time she hadn't thought herself capable of that emotion for anyone who wasn't family or a close friend. But the emotions that rise in her chest are there and certain, as if to make up for her own uncertainty at this turn of events. She's never loved someone before the way she loves him, and all at once she's not certain what she's supposed to do with the weight of it all.]
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Why do I get the sense that you'd rather have a different kind of attention?
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Mm, I wonder why.
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[Eun presses forward to steal the barest, softest kiss to his lips. Her hand, however, is far more firm, running from his shoulder down, down to his hip and then slipping closer still. She stops shy of running a hand over his cock through his pants, and pulls away from his mouth just far enough to give him a smile.]
Perhaps you'd rather I stroke something other than your ego?
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[ He sighs happily into the kiss, though he raises an eyebrow at her stopping around his waistband. ] I would actually love that. And perhaps I can stroke something else for you as well, darling.
[ One of his hands slides up her thigh, and he's tempted to let one of his vines come out to play as well, but in this case, Jae was definitely more inclined for a slow burn. ]
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What can I do to convince you to touch me too?
[As if she isn't already. As if she isn't slowly running her fingers over him, easing them into this unhurriedly and with very deliberate touches. As if she isn't looking at him with adoration that only he's seen in her eyes before.]
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[ Jae lets out a hiss of air once her fingers circle his cock, but he still looks up at her with a grin, eyes already blown wide but still looking as calm and composed as he can considering the situation. It's good, all of this. He starts to rub circles into her thighs with his fingers, slowly moving up her hips as he does so with a soft smile on his face. Even now, he knows how lucky he is to be here. ]
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No one she's ever gotten involved with has wanted to do that for her. Maybe she's never let anyone close enough to try before, but then, had any of them been worthy of her before? Had any of them been good enough to make her question at times whether she was good enough for them as well, the way Jae has? Her hand slows to a stop as his hands slip over her thighs just the way she likes, but Eun's gaze rests on his face, expression starting to show the slow realization she comes to. Lips parting with surprise, silence lingers between them for a little too long, and when Eun breaks it, her tone is quiet, and even a little surprised.]
I love you.
[For the longest time she hadn't thought herself capable of that emotion for anyone who wasn't family or a close friend. But the emotions that rise in her chest are there and certain, as if to make up for her own uncertainty at this turn of events. She's never loved someone before the way she loves him, and all at once she's not certain what she's supposed to do with the weight of it all.]