( she'd let her fingers tangle in ororo's hair as they'd kissed, smoothing her hand down her neck now to her back, letting her next words float telepathically across as her hands touch, keeping everything above clothing for now )
( But I didn't clear an afternoon just to kiss you. Though you'll want to take my clothes off so I can show you what that is )
I was already going to do that. You are overdressed.
[ Her hands get busy with buttons, trailing down to the hem of her shirt so she can start drawing it up and off of her. ]
I am not complaining. But I can't believe I let you talk me into this little... lesson.
[ Shirt tossed aside, Ororo will take another dip of frosting into her mouth before she leans in for a kiss. Something to share, again. Languid and slow, to get them both going. ]
( the beauty of telepathy is that it leaves her mouth free to kiss at ororo's neck, making it purposefully a little distracting for her as she works on those buttons, even if she does move to help slide her shirt off )
(Exploring new things is an experience worth having, even if it's only once. )
( jean hums into the kiss because that frosting tastes so much better on ororo, and even though they're pressed together she drags the woman's jumper higher, sliding her hands against her back )
[ It's hard not to smile around the kiss, even if it means pausing to stop sharing frosting between them.
Well, she takes it as an excuse to draw away - pull off the jumper, slide off the shirt - to get them both far more comfortable. Or at least, get her more comfortable. Skin to skin is just so much better. ]
Who knows, you might convince me it's worth doing again. Maybe with a different flavour?
( there's a soft laugh from her and jean lifts her head slightly, thinking on it )
If not there are many things we could try.
( there's the smallest movement of her fingers and ororo will feel her bra unhook, jean reaching behind her to unhook her own, her telekinesis gently nudging the straps off ororo's shoulders as she lets hers drop to the floor.
but she doesn't yet step into her, walking backwards towards the bed, unbuttoning her jeans, her expression expecting her to follow )
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( she'd let her fingers tangle in ororo's hair as they'd kissed, smoothing her hand down her neck now to her back, letting her next words float telepathically across as her hands touch, keeping everything above clothing for now )
( But I didn't clear an afternoon just to kiss you. Though you'll want to take my clothes off so I can show you what that is )
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[ Her hands get busy with buttons, trailing down to the hem of her shirt so she can start drawing it up and off of her. ]
I am not complaining. But I can't believe I let you talk me into this little... lesson.
[ Shirt tossed aside, Ororo will take another dip of frosting into her mouth before she leans in for a kiss. Something to share, again. Languid and slow, to get them both going. ]
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( Exploring new things is an experience worth having, even if it's only once. )
( jean hums into the kiss because that frosting tastes so much better on ororo, and even though they're pressed together she drags the woman's jumper higher, sliding her hands against her back )
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Well, she takes it as an excuse to draw away - pull off the jumper, slide off the shirt - to get them both far more comfortable. Or at least, get her more comfortable. Skin to skin is just so
much better. ]
Who knows, you might convince me it's worth doing again. Maybe with a different flavour?
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If not there are many things we could try.
( there's the smallest movement of her fingers and ororo will feel her bra unhook, jean reaching behind her to unhook her own, her telekinesis gently nudging the straps off ororo's shoulders as she lets hers drop to the floor.
but she doesn't yet step into her, walking backwards towards the bed, unbuttoning her jeans, her expression expecting her to follow )