[His brows raising as she asks him that, before Idia lets out a hiss of a laugh from between his teeth, it widening into the start of a grin as she floated there.] I can do that too, you know. [A moment of hesitation with his other hand, held out as if not sure what to do... before almost giving in and moving to rest his hand lightly on her waist. Ok, this was a bit easier, a more manageable height.
She was... wow, just... wow. It so easy to just continue that movement, sliding his hand further until it's wrapped loosely around her waist and...] You're like, perfect holding shape. [Yeah, Idia's not the smoothest with his lines, or even aware his words could be taken one way or another, more just voicing his thoughts without considering how others would take them, his gaze down at how easy it was to just... hold her, with his arm like that.]
[ She chuckles in response to him telling her can float as well. His hand on her waist seems to be the right move as she hums.
Her other hand goes to rest on his shoulder rather than his waist as it's certainly easier for her to reach. All the while, her other hand continues to move in a way that mimics his own movement. ]
Is that so? [ She lets out a laugh. ] Well, if you ever want to just cuddle you know who to call.
[A short, sharp, 'tsk' from between his teeth, a slight shake of his head to go with it.] You don't want that. I don't sleep long enough for that. [Plus... nightmares. He doesn't want others to see him like that. It's bad enough others have seen his hair change pink here... he rather not show it can also goes orange...
Idia's hand had started to move so to brush through the back of her hair, around the back of her neck, but froze. If she was mimicking him... yeah, he didn't want that... he thinks. Ehhh. But he wants to try... hmmm...] Can you, ah... not... copy this? I wanna, ah, I want to try but... don't want you to... um... do the same? [A pause to see if she would respond, but also... wanting to try, continuing that path to gently cup the back of her head, fingers slowly weaving through her hair.]
You don't have to sleep to cuddle. You can just, I don't know, read or watch a movie or something. [ Persephone just really likes to cuddle. ]
Oh? Um, okay. [ Right, he doesn't want her touching his hair. Which feels weird for her when she's so used to playing with her partner's hair.
She lets her hand rest on his cheek for a few moments before sliding her hand back down to caress his neck and shoulder. Leaving him to continue to toy with her hair. She hums pleasantly, enjoying it. ]
[...] Do you like, um, gaming? [...what even was this?! They had agreed this was, like, physical! What is this doing other stuff? He's so confused...
And equally confused with... well... ehhh, maybe, maybe, since this is all him trying to get comfortable, and others clearly, ehhh, like his hair and try and touch it... a breath in, out, and,] Um... no, no, it's ok. You can, ah, you can touch it. [And to think it's not just him feeling pressured by her.] I-I-I think... I think it's good to learn that too... right? Like, doing with... this? [Looking to her as if to confirm he's right. That this was a good idea, and not just opening himself up for pain.]
Gaming? I've never really tried it. Unless you mean board games. [ She does like board games and card games. ]
Are you sure? [ She lets her hand slowly trail back up but stops short of touching his hair. She is really curious about what it must feel like given how it looks, how it acts. ]
Oh, I meant electronic gaming, but board games are good too. [That's more across a table though, not cuddling situation. But it's where his brain went when she offered those other examples.
Was he sure? No. Not at all. But... Idia also hates the idea of being stagnant. To stay stuck and still. Progression was important. Even if it's difficult. So after a moment he gives a slight nod of his head.] Yeah, I am. I mean, [A sigh of a 'ha' out as a laugh.] I'm not, but... I am.
[As for his hair... it was fire, it moved like it, reflected his emotions not just in colors but in movement; calmer when he was calm, more active when he was worked up. But it didn't feel like it, it had a mass to it, almost like running fingers through honey. A give to it but also resistance. It wanting to move around an object in it, curve around and continue to flick and shift like flames, to wrap around anything in it. And it's warm. Not hot, just a pleasant warmth to it all.]
Oh. I've never tried. I've seen these, um, virtual reality things around though. [ But he can probably guess what most of those contain. ]
I get you. [ She smiles and moves her hand slowly into his hair. She lets out a soft 'oh' at the sensation. It's strange but not unpleasant at all. Her eyes widen as she plays with his hair, clearly interested in the way it moves around her fingers. ] Ooh.
[Idia can't help but cringe a bit as she does, even her little 'ooh's at it was... he doesn't know, his own hands going still during this as she moves through it.] Glad you're having fun... [The tone sarcastic, which she didn't deserve considering he's the one who asked for this help. Just... it's been something he's hated for so long now. Didn't use to. Does now.
But... look at her face as she did this, she was liking it, wasn't she? Idia really can't get it. Why anyone would like it, but... seeing her reaction... a tint of pink flared up at the ends of the flames...]
Calling me stupid now? [Because, yeah, that would be him.
A sigh to force himself past that self-loathing point.] B-But if you like it, ah, during this all... [Not finishing that thought. Not really seeing how she could.
Ok, no focus. Or, well, not focus. Do, not think. But wanting to ask,] It ok to sit down, like, [Ehhh, more pink flaring up but Idia pushing himself through.] Like, me on the bed and, ah, you on me? S-So I can hold you like that?
If the shoe fits. [ Maybe not the best thing to say at the moment. But he did ask for this. ]
Okay. [ She's more than happy to sit in his lap while they fool around. It'd also save some of her energy. Though it'd probably be better if she burnt more of that before they went too far. She highly doubts he has the stamina to keep up with her. Then again, no one has so far. ]
[Yeah, no, he won't be able to. He's a teen who has no stamina at all. He sits in a chair most of the day. He'll try... but not expecting much from himself. But hey, where he falls short that's where tech and toys make up for it, right?]
Ok? Ok! Great. [Idia had liked it when Riddle had been on him, so he wants to see if same with Persephone, letting go of her enough to sit back on the edge of the bed, not sure how to do this but... offering a hand. As if helping her through a door or to dance. And feeling foolish in doing so the entire time.]
[Oh, yeah, he likes that, hands almost instinctively going to her hips.]
Y-Yeah, I do- Hey! [Don't wiggle like that there!] That's not fair! [Idia's fingers tightening against her hips, but not trying to move her away either from doing this.]
[Tease! Horrible, horrible tease!] Ahhh, w-wait! [Though despite his complaints that pink flares further across his hair, hands tugging as if to pull her tighter to him, his words and actions really not matching up.]
[ Even though she's grinning and still desires to tease him more, she listens and stops. Sitting pretty in his lap with the smuggest expression on her face. ]
[Give him a moment, eyes closed as he tried to get himself focused again, but so aware of her weight on him, her warmth against him, how she felt against his hands. Eehhh.]
K-Keep that up and going to be over real soon. [Ah, was good though, he had liked that, eyes opening again and a heavy swallow to clear his throat, trying to be honest with her.] Good just... getting too good.
[ One hand slides along his shoulder, up the back of his neck, and back into his hair. This time less to play with it and more to drag her nails over his scalp. ]
Okay, okay, I'll hold off on that for now. Why don't we remove my bra instead? [ She'd be glad to get out of it, honestly. ]
Ahh, [Oh, oh, that was really new, no one ever coming close to his hair to even consider doing that, and Idia surprise how much he liked that. Like, he could get addicted to that feeling, his head tilting to lean into the touch without realizing he's doing so. Her words snapping his focus back to the fact she was there with him and...]
Ah, yeah, yeah, sure. [Then...] Um, I haven't before, but will try. [Looking down to her, ah, well, very generous chest, but then gaze sharpening to see if there was a clasp there. Then leaning to the side as if to see around her upon not spotting any.] At the back? [His fingers leaving her hips to slip up her back, searching out the back of her bra and carefully feeling around for the clasp, using his touch to figure out how it worked.]
[ She's glad to see he seems to like the sensation of her nails on his scalp. She'll be sure to do that more, letting her fingertips massage a little. Though she stops so as to not distract him too much from removing her bra.
Unfortunately, it is not a front closure. If she'd been more prepared she would have gone with a front closure. ] Don't worry, it's not that difficult.
[ She says that, yet she knows she's had a few guys have some trouble. He'll find it's the classic eye and hook closure, three of them. ]
[For all the things Idia dislikes about his body, the one thing he likes is his hands, and how skilled he was with them. Sure, that tends to be more with gaming and creating stuff, but he's pretty nimble with them, combined with his ability to work out puzzles incredibly fast, it takes a few moments of feeling out the clasp... before able to unhook it. Oh,] That wasn't so bad. There a whole thing in romance stuff about guys not able to get them off. [Like super simple, it was just some basic hooks, nothing complex.
...now what? Oh, off, right, Idia leaning back a bit to look at best way. All of this showing how easily distract he is by having a task to complete, even with her on him like this, touching him like that, his need to work stuff out too strong. Right, so back undone, straps next, right? Idia's gaze focused on his hands as he slips one shoulder strap off her, then the other, then realizing that he would need her help getting it off her.] Ah... ta da? [...gods that was lame. Ignore him. Ignore him!]
It's really not. [ She agrees. ] But I have had a few guys have trouble. [ She lets out a sigh and shakes her head. She hopes they learned since her time with them.
As she starts to slip her bra off she leans back just a bit, releasing her hold on him so the straps can be slipped off entirely. The first noticeable thing about her breasts, aside from the size and freckles on them, is the fact that both nipples are pierced. Each sporting a bar ending with cute little roses. The 'ta da' gets a laugh out of her and a few blue flowers the same color as his hair pop up in her own hair. ]
Gods you're cute, [ she says without thinking about it but then quickly presses her lips together. ] Sorry, forget I said that.
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It's okay. [ She smiles once more. I know it can be tough to let your guard down at first.
The comment about her height is met with a pout. ] You're just too tall, [ she huffs though her tone is playful. ] Would be better if I do this?
[ She floats up so she's a bit more on his level while grinning at him. Even as he starts to lean down closer to her. ]
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She was... wow, just... wow. It so easy to just continue that movement, sliding his hand further until it's wrapped loosely around her waist and...] You're like, perfect holding shape. [Yeah, Idia's not the smoothest with his lines, or even aware his words could be taken one way or another, more just voicing his thoughts without considering how others would take them, his gaze down at how easy it was to just... hold her, with his arm like that.]
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Her other hand goes to rest on his shoulder rather than his waist as it's certainly easier for her to reach. All the while, her other hand continues to move in a way that mimics his own movement. ]
Is that so? [ She lets out a laugh. ] Well, if you ever want to just cuddle you know who to call.
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Idia's hand had started to move so to brush through the back of her hair, around the back of her neck, but froze. If she was mimicking him... yeah, he didn't want that... he thinks. Ehhh. But he wants to try... hmmm...] Can you, ah... not... copy this? I wanna, ah, I want to try but... don't want you to... um... do the same? [A pause to see if she would respond, but also... wanting to try, continuing that path to gently cup the back of her head, fingers slowly weaving through her hair.]
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Oh? Um, okay. [ Right, he doesn't want her touching his hair. Which feels weird for her when she's so used to playing with her partner's hair.
She lets her hand rest on his cheek for a few moments before sliding her hand back down to caress his neck and shoulder. Leaving him to continue to toy with her hair. She hums pleasantly, enjoying it. ]
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And equally confused with... well... ehhh, maybe, maybe, since this is all him trying to get comfortable, and others clearly, ehhh, like his hair and try and touch it... a breath in, out, and,] Um... no, no, it's ok. You can, ah, you can touch it. [And to think it's not just him feeling pressured by her.] I-I-I think... I think it's good to learn that too... right? Like, doing with... this? [Looking to her as if to confirm he's right. That this was a good idea, and not just opening himself up for pain.]
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Are you sure? [ She lets her hand slowly trail back up but stops short of touching his hair. She is really curious about what it must feel like given how it looks, how it acts. ]
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Was he sure? No. Not at all. But... Idia also hates the idea of being stagnant. To stay stuck and still. Progression was important. Even if it's difficult. So after a moment he gives a slight nod of his head.] Yeah, I am. I mean, [A sigh of a 'ha' out as a laugh.] I'm not, but... I am.
[As for his hair... it was fire, it moved like it, reflected his emotions not just in colors but in movement; calmer when he was calm, more active when he was worked up. But it didn't feel like it, it had a mass to it, almost like running fingers through honey. A give to it but also resistance. It wanting to move around an object in it, curve around and continue to flick and shift like flames, to wrap around anything in it. And it's warm. Not hot, just a pleasant warmth to it all.]
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I get you. [ She smiles and moves her hand slowly into his hair. She lets out a soft 'oh' at the sensation. It's strange but not unpleasant at all. Her eyes widen as she plays with his hair, clearly interested in the way it moves around her fingers. ] Ooh.
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But... look at her face as she did this, she was liking it, wasn't she? Idia really can't get it. Why anyone would like it, but... seeing her reaction... a tint of pink flared up at the ends of the flames...]
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A sigh to force himself past that self-loathing point.] B-But if you like it, ah, during this all... [Not finishing that thought. Not really seeing how she could.
Ok, no focus. Or, well, not focus. Do, not think. But wanting to ask,] It ok to sit down, like, [Ehhh, more pink flaring up but Idia pushing himself through.] Like, me on the bed and, ah, you on me? S-So I can hold you like that?
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Okay. [ She's more than happy to sit in his lap while they fool around. It'd also save some of her energy. Though it'd probably be better if she burnt more of that before they went too far. She highly doubts he has the stamina to keep up with her. Then again, no one has so far. ]
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Ok? Ok! Great. [Idia had liked it when Riddle had been on him, so he wants to see if same with Persephone, letting go of her enough to sit back on the edge of the bed, not sure how to do this but... offering a hand. As if helping her through a door or to dance. And feeling foolish in doing so the entire time.]
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Her hands once again go to his shoulders as she gives a playful little wiggle. ]
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Y-Yeah, I do- Hey! [Don't wiggle like that there!] That's not fair! [Idia's fingers tightening against her hips, but not trying to move her away either from doing this.]
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Something wrong?
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K-Keep that up and going to be over real soon. [Ah, was good though, he had liked that, eyes opening again and a heavy swallow to clear his throat, trying to be honest with her.] Good just... getting too good.
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Okay, okay, I'll hold off on that for now. Why don't we remove my bra instead? [ She'd be glad to get out of it, honestly. ]
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Ah, yeah, yeah, sure. [Then...] Um, I haven't before, but will try. [Looking down to her, ah, well, very generous chest, but then gaze sharpening to see if there was a clasp there. Then leaning to the side as if to see around her upon not spotting any.] At the back? [His fingers leaving her hips to slip up her back, searching out the back of her bra and carefully feeling around for the clasp, using his touch to figure out how it worked.]
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Unfortunately, it is not a front closure. If she'd been more prepared she would have gone with a front closure. ] Don't worry, it's not that difficult.
[ She says that, yet she knows she's had a few guys have some trouble. He'll find it's the classic eye and hook closure, three of them. ]
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...now what? Oh, off, right, Idia leaning back a bit to look at best way. All of this showing how easily distract he is by having a task to complete, even with her on him like this, touching him like that, his need to work stuff out too strong. Right, so back undone, straps next, right? Idia's gaze focused on his hands as he slips one shoulder strap off her, then the other, then realizing that he would need her help getting it off her.] Ah... ta da? [...gods that was lame. Ignore him. Ignore him!]
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As she starts to slip her bra off she leans back just a bit, releasing her hold on him so the straps can be slipped off entirely. The first noticeable thing about her breasts, aside from the size and freckles on them, is the fact that both nipples are pierced. Each sporting a bar ending with cute little roses. The 'ta da' gets a laugh out of her and a few blue flowers the same color as his hair pop up in her own hair. ]
Gods you're cute, [ she says without thinking about it but then quickly presses her lips together. ] Sorry, forget I said that.
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