The Shade didn't answer her question, only watched as she fell into the familiar. He hands dropped, and she merely stood, waiting for what was to come.
She had no idea what she was in for...this was his favorite part.
He circled her with slow, measured steps, taking her in without touching her. She was pretty, easy on the eyes, but he had to admit, grudgingly, that she was cute as hell. He liked the purple hair, that uncertain little pout she had...
Stepping behind her, the Shade ran his hands over her shoulders, making no move to undress her yet.
"Funny thing: purple's my favorite color." he murmured, running a hand over her hair again. He did that for a few moments: stroking her hair, running his hands up and down her arms, once or twice sliding low enough to span her waist with his hands before moving back up again. He did this all without removing her coat, all standing behind her where she couldn't see him, couldn't anticipate his movements. When she relaxed a little, he tugged her gently back to rest back against his chest, but went no further.
She had a nice, lean body, pleasant to run hands over--but mostly, he was fair good at this part. In life, he'd had a good touch for horses, and at the moment she was no different than any skittish mare unwilling to be put in tack. A little patience, a little gentle petting, and he'd slip the bit into her mouth soon enough.
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She had no idea what she was in for...this was his favorite part.
He circled her with slow, measured steps, taking her in without touching her. She was pretty, easy on the eyes, but he had to admit, grudgingly, that she was cute as hell. He liked the purple hair, that uncertain little pout she had...
Stepping behind her, the Shade ran his hands over her shoulders, making no move to undress her yet.
"Funny thing: purple's my favorite color." he murmured, running a hand over her hair again. He did that for a few moments: stroking her hair, running his hands up and down her arms, once or twice sliding low enough to span her waist with his hands before moving back up again. He did this all without removing her coat, all standing behind her where she couldn't see him, couldn't anticipate his movements. When she relaxed a little, he tugged her gently back to rest back against his chest, but went no further.
She had a nice, lean body, pleasant to run hands over--but mostly, he was fair good at this part. In life, he'd had a good touch for horses, and at the moment she was no different than any skittish mare unwilling to be put in tack. A little patience, a little gentle petting, and he'd slip the bit into her mouth soon enough.