(vertin only pauses when her shirt is completely undone, the body exposed beneath it though not entirely is androgynous but still feminine. nothing noticeable in it's entirety while she breathes out slowly to schneider's hand slipping the rest of this button up she wore open. for someone her build there's muscle to her; nothing that her clothes would bring out. vertin doesn't have toned abs and the like, but it's evident that she takes better care of herself than most might among arcanists.
physically, anyway in maintaining what she thought best for herself. something such as learning better ways to fight without arcanum. her back, the scars there, feels the cool breeze from the environment of vertin's suitcase against it with what part had been exposed while she thinks this over. is she nervous? yes, vertin can admit it. this is....something new. a first, another first that hadn't been taken. something that she's giving and it's something precious.)
Yes, although it's because I'm not used to this, I haven't done this before and....
(vertin is....a little hellion, rebellious and mischievous when someone brings it out of her. things that often went unseen though it does nothing to change that she did want to carry on. with schneider. giving her this part of herself next even if vertin had the feeling schneider was showing restraint. restraint that she's thankful for from her. perhaps vertin knows and can see it without words when she reaches next to cup schneider's cheek again softly.
she wouldn't hate her if schneider found herself overcome by raw passion and desire, hunger for the one she wants most throughout the night. because, to vertin, she feels the same way even if she is shy in such a moment with the way her cheeks flush. nervous, but wanting.)
....even with that I wouldn't want anyone else to touch me.
(not like this, not with tender care and slowness. something meant to treasure her, vertin would do the same when given chance. like worshipping one another's bodies as they try not to rush, try not to give in to the greater need of wanting each other.)
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physically, anyway in maintaining what she thought best for herself. something such as learning better ways to fight without arcanum. her back, the scars there, feels the cool breeze from the environment of vertin's suitcase against it with what part had been exposed while she thinks this over. is she nervous? yes, vertin can admit it. this is....something new. a first, another first that hadn't been taken. something that she's giving and it's something precious.)
Yes, although it's because I'm not used to this, I haven't done this before and....
(vertin is....a little hellion, rebellious and mischievous when someone brings it out of her. things that often went unseen though it does nothing to change that she did want to carry on. with schneider. giving her this part of herself next even if vertin had the feeling schneider was showing restraint. restraint that she's thankful for from her. perhaps vertin knows and can see it without words when she reaches next to cup schneider's cheek again softly.
she wouldn't hate her if schneider found herself overcome by raw passion and desire, hunger for the one she wants most throughout the night. because, to vertin, she feels the same way even if she is shy in such a moment with the way her cheeks flush. nervous, but wanting.)
....even with that I wouldn't want anyone else to touch me.
(not like this, not with tender care and slowness. something meant to treasure her, vertin would do the same when given chance. like worshipping one another's bodies as they try not to rush, try not to give in to the greater need of wanting each other.)