[He somehow has been a fixture for her life in the city, grounding her and guiding her when she needed it. Maybe it was because he was the first person who seemed to really understand her and where she was coming from. His words gave a sort of reassurance she had never gotten before, and Eloise gives him a sheepish smile. She does have a habit of jumping into things before really thinking things through just for the chance to understand or learn something.
And maybe she should be thinking things further, questioning him (and really others in the city) about who they are, but she doesn't have a lot of life experience or any reason to think anything different about the person he's portraying when he so seemingly levels with her in a way no one has. So she gives a nod in response, feeling a little less frazzled about all of it.]
I simply hate not knowing something. I don't like the way it makes me feel like I am so far behind others here. It is not a feeling I am used to. [She takes a breath to try and get her words in order.]
But I like where this is going, too. [Her hand squeezes his, and she leans in toward him.]
[That she doesn't really simper or immediately tip over and throw herself at him wholesale in the face of sweet words intrigues and satisfies him. She likes him enough and values his opinions, but enough of her interest sounds like pure curiosity.
It's relatable. Enough of his very first forays into sin were patterned with similar motivations.
Those things he sees as likeness. It makes him want her more.]
Then let's catch you up. [Smiling at her, Dorian shifts to slip an arm around her waist. He holds there for a moment, maintaining eye contact, before drawing her in towards him for a kiss. It's not the first time they've kissed, after he surprised her with one after walking her home the first time they met, but it's the first time it's been one like this. Initially soft, but steadily more passionate and personal in the private and sultry space of his suite.
It's stirring, and in a way innocent (enough) gestures like this usually aren't.]
[Eloise has never fallen all over a man before. When she likes someone it is subtle and more that she falls all over her words, her feelings getting jumbled, and it takes actual effort to pull apart the emotions so she can process them. Admittedly she does not have a lot of experience actually liking someone, but it holds true for Dorian as it did for Theo.
Eloise is far too rational to ever just throw herself at someone as it was. Instead she takes this as she takes everything else she is interested in. It is all eagerness and a readiness, and the little smirk she gives him when he agrees to 'catch her up' speaks for itself. She holds that look in his eyes as she leans forward to kiss him back. There is nothing quite like a first kiss, she thinks, but this is more wanting, more ready than just admitting interest between one another.
Leaning into it, one hand moves to his arm. She wants to keep that connection between them, to make it more physical, though certainly the emotional connection has been there since the first time they spoke.]
[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.]
[What Eloise lacks in experience, she makes up for in at least eagerness and understanding. It is only a working theory sort of understanding, but she has been biding her time, learning and reading what she can. Some of it may not be accurate, and she may fumble a bit, but that does not mean she is not at least somewhat prepared for this.
So she kisses him back with just as much wanting behind each simple movement, her mouth opening as he places her hand on his chest. He doesn't have to tell her twice, pressing into the firmness of his muscles beneath his clothes. It already makes her think, what it would be like for the cloth and fabric to be stripped away, what he would feel like pressed to her. Her breathing is becoming labored, but this feels too good to want to pull away, yet.]
[The enthusiastic response to his invitation to touch is enough implicit permission to let Dorian take things further between them. After a few moments he draws her closer, and seamlessly into the warmth of his lap. It's a closeness he's craved with her, and his appreciation webs out into a touch that slides warmly over her torso, before coming to rest over the softness of one of her breasts, massing softly, his thumb passing over a covered nipple in a pointed touch.
He parts from their kiss then, and starts kissing down the soft column of her neck, seeking out her excitement and attraction to something that, undoubtedly, must be newer to her. He's paying attention to her reactions and any hitching of breath or sounds that might be pouring from her, looking for signs of arousal and wanting for more. Reasons to go further, and to take her hand to lead him back to his bedroom.]
[If he's looking for any signs of her enjoyment, they are nearly all there, the heavy breathing, the soft little noises she makes when his mouth skirts right over that spot on her neck below her ear, the way she leans into him. For as much as he's exploring her, she touches him just as much. Her hands seek out his warmth, and her mind is already racing for what is under them.
When he does take her hand, she is just as receptive, eager to go further with him-- though kissing him like this is just as fun.]
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And maybe she should be thinking things further, questioning him (and really others in the city) about who they are, but she doesn't have a lot of life experience or any reason to think anything different about the person he's portraying when he so seemingly levels with her in a way no one has. So she gives a nod in response, feeling a little less frazzled about all of it.]
I simply hate not knowing something. I don't like the way it makes me feel like I am so far behind others here. It is not a feeling I am used to. [She takes a breath to try and get her words in order.]
But I like where this is going, too. [Her hand squeezes his, and she leans in toward him.]
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It's relatable. Enough of his very first forays into sin were patterned with similar motivations.
Those things he sees as likeness. It makes him want her more.]
Then let's catch you up. [Smiling at her, Dorian shifts to slip an arm around her waist. He holds there for a moment, maintaining eye contact, before drawing her in towards him for a kiss. It's not the first time they've kissed, after he surprised her with one after walking her home the first time they met, but it's the first time it's been one like this. Initially soft, but steadily more passionate and personal in the private and sultry space of his suite.
It's stirring, and in a way innocent (enough) gestures like this usually aren't.]
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Eloise is far too rational to ever just throw herself at someone as it was. Instead she takes this as she takes everything else she is interested in. It is all eagerness and a readiness, and the little smirk she gives him when he agrees to 'catch her up' speaks for itself. She holds that look in his eyes as she leans forward to kiss him back. There is nothing quite like a first kiss, she thinks, but this is more wanting, more ready than just admitting interest between one another.
Leaning into it, one hand moves to his arm. She wants to keep that connection between them, to make it more physical, though certainly the emotional connection has been there since the first time they spoke.]
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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.]
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So she kisses him back with just as much wanting behind each simple movement, her mouth opening as he places her hand on his chest. He doesn't have to tell her twice, pressing into the firmness of his muscles beneath his clothes. It already makes her think, what it would be like for the cloth and fabric to be stripped away, what he would feel like pressed to her. Her breathing is becoming labored, but this feels too good to want to pull away, yet.]
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He parts from their kiss then, and starts kissing down the soft column of her neck, seeking out her excitement and attraction to something that, undoubtedly, must be newer to her. He's paying attention to her reactions and any hitching of breath or sounds that might be pouring from her, looking for signs of arousal and wanting for more. Reasons to go further, and to take her hand to lead him back to his bedroom.]
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When he does take her hand, she is just as receptive, eager to go further with him-- though kissing him like this is just as fun.]