[And that strangeness is certainly a point in Mira's favor. When he'd first offered cooperation to the heroes, that it would ever have taken the form of assisting in clothes removal.... And yet here they were.
At least Mira's shirt was simple enough, but nothing would ever beat Amaurot when it came to straightforward fashion, as far as Emet-Selch was concerned. Everyone had the same robes, everyone knew how they worked, no complications.]
Hm, and I thought I was already enjoying myself.
[Lightly said, but it's not as though he's going to pass on that invitation, slipping his hands properly under her shirt, and beginning to nudge it upward. It's a slow process, with frequent pauses to stroke or rub over the exposed skin as it was gradually revealed, a low murmur of approval working in his throat. And when her top is eventually removed, to be similarly discarded to the side, it took effort to keep from tugging her tight against him again, skin against skin, as close as he could; it would have been difficult to let go.
The only way to temper the desire was with more contact, holding Mira close, while leaving enough room to keep a hand between them, fingers skimming over her chest once more, outlining her.]
...You are quite lovely, you realize.
[A softer, more serious tone, looking straight into Mira's eyes. Though a moment later, he dips his head, to press a kiss between her collarbones.]
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At least Mira's shirt was simple enough, but nothing would ever beat Amaurot when it came to straightforward fashion, as far as Emet-Selch was concerned. Everyone had the same robes, everyone knew how they worked, no complications.]
Hm, and I thought I was already enjoying myself.
[Lightly said, but it's not as though he's going to pass on that invitation, slipping his hands properly under her shirt, and beginning to nudge it upward. It's a slow process, with frequent pauses to stroke or rub over the exposed skin as it was gradually revealed, a low murmur of approval working in his throat. And when her top is eventually removed, to be similarly discarded to the side, it took effort to keep from tugging her tight against him again, skin against skin, as close as he could; it would have been difficult to let go.
The only way to temper the desire was with more contact, holding Mira close, while leaving enough room to keep a hand between them, fingers skimming over her chest once more, outlining her.]
...You are quite lovely, you realize.
[A softer, more serious tone, looking straight into Mira's eyes. Though a moment later, he dips his head, to press a kiss between her collarbones.]