[It's a rousing opening salvo, down to the touch of mischief in the little smirk she offers him. A culmination. Dorian's glad now that she's never given him reason to underestimate either her mind or her curiosity. This may, in the end, he thinks, require less direction from him than he expected. The softness and nostalgia of her period dress against him, the sweetness of the taste of her lips, her warmth and eager responses-- it's all a gradually unfolding pleasure that makes him want more. He'll deepen the kiss between them if permitted, and take one of her hands to put it on his chest, encouraging her to touch him more intimately.
He's going to take his turn in short order, wants to touch her and see more of soft and pale beauty of her form, but this comes first.]
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He's going to take his turn in short order, wants to touch her and see more of soft and pale beauty of her form, but this comes first.]