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"Oh, god. Are we seriously doing this?" She ducked her head, hair hiding her face. It slid across her shoulders, over her belly, tickling the edges of her underwear. They had slipped to reveal her hips, and she fixed them with a free hand. "You mean it?"
"Yes, but don't people normally cuddle with clothing on?" She was becoming a tad braver, lifting her head, opening the sliding screen door, padding to the bed, laying on the covers with her long legs in front of her, crossed at the ankles, hands folded over her belly, back propped up on some pillows.
"Oh?" She lifted a hand and trailed her hair away from her own face, exposing her neck, sliding her head to the side to show the long, tannish column. She smiled at her date. "What are your preferences?" Her hands shifted from her hair back to clasp at her belly, this sly, seductive, sensual smile playing over her lips. Somehow, she looked ready to have a wrestle - not the kind on TV, mind you - and somehow managed to look innocent.
"I've always thought that the less clothes are the better," Emi wrapped her hands around Alainn's ankles and gave her a little tug, so that she slid down the bed toward her, "So I think that you look perfect the way you are right now."
"But I still have clothes on." She gave a quiet laugh, eyes crinkling at the end. Her wings were spread across the bed, taking up the entire surface, leaving little room unless you sat right on her or right, right beside her. Álainn smiled again.
"Mm. You have far too many clothes on for my tastes. Can I please fix that?"
She spoke in Gaelic. "Ba mhaith liom teagmháil le do craiceann nocht. Ba mhaith liom a stróc tú, dar leat bheith faoi mo mhéara. Mar sin, go raibh maith agat as ligean dom a undress duit. Go páirteach." She rose up, smiling, pleased at using her language so smoothly. She stroked her fingertips down Emi's shoulder. "What piece should come off first?"
((I want to touch your naked skin. I want to stroke you, feel you underneath my fingers. So thank you for allowing me to undress you. Partially.))
"Yes, you are. But dresses tie, or zip, yes?" She smiled, moving her thigh just a bit against Emi's fingers. One of her sensitive points, obvious by the way her spine arched, her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted. "Are you wearing undergarments?"
"Revealing little thing." She laughed, wingtips stroking her skin lightly. She moaned, arching just a bit. She rolled them over so she was arched over Emi, smiling, leaning over to lick against her neck. "Mm. You taste like strawberries." She nuzzled into Emi's collarbone, fingers darting down to stroke against the top of Emi's dress.