With firm hands, the proxy pushed Lighter onto her couch in a siting position, following him down by taking a seat on his lap. Hands moved upwards and cradled his face as she planted kisses on his lips.
"Let me have it this once." There was dedication in her eyes yet also nervousness and insecurity. Somehow Belle found a reason to pull on the reigns for once and part of her was confident she could do it. This wasn't their first rodeo and she had learned what he liked. It shouldn't be too difficult, right?
There was an experimental buckle of her hips, pressing against Lighter's bulge but it didn't feel quite natural so she opted to use her hands instead, running them down his shoulders and stopping at his chest momentarily before moving down south. Breathing more shallow than usual, she slipped her fingers underneath his shirt and followed the outline of those wonderful abs. Swallowing, she moved her hands lower again and tried to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants – which was surprisingly more difficult than expected. Must be her dang sweaty hands.
"One second, it's not... Alright, there we go." Belle took a quick peek at his eyes but she already regretted when the pressure to do well increased. "This is fine... right?"
Something different thrummed in the air upon this day in Random Play. A hotter spark, intent mixed with the revelry of nerves that aimed to act. While Belle was seamless in ensuring her identity as an illegal investigator was airtight, matters of the heart found themselves an entirety different beast. He's none the wiser to her extent of history, and the rule of a Ringer ensured he never asked unless the golden thread was cast. It's only when she acts that like shaken 'soda can' of energy finds itself bursting from the seam as they're set upon her couch with a moxie filled push, thighs locking legs and those emerald eyes singing his praises and challenge in equal measure that the Champion wonders.
"Oh--" There wasn't a chance, the thunderclap of her wish, smoothed over as a gentler prayer is what makes the request as his face is cradled. For someone who runs their road amidst, dust, bloodied faces and indomitable fists, she breathes something human into Calydon's Champion as he leans in. For an instant New Eridu finds itself forgotten as the sentiment is returned, battle worn hands smoothing over her jacket, clamping upon cloth or drawing lazy brushes upon the curve of her back. Right now it's the flavor of her lips, vivacity sparked into sweetness that leads to the peaceful sigh that breaks into a low groan.
However there's a friction that grits the gears between them. At times it grinds over into smoothness, at others there's a hitch, intimacy in their language snapped out hints for him to take. How the low grunt and the attempted press of the hips in kind led to little result, and how her hands almost feel as if they wanted to claw. It was frantic, a consistent, metallic like bang against some mental door that refused to buckle. That however, hadn't changed him from enjoying their stumbles despite the gnawing hint of concern.
It's only when she takes an even broader leap that his heart levels with the sharpness his instincts felt. Somehow, it felt far from only excitement being present.. The effort is there, Hollows above does she work to apply it.
Lighter does notice. He's forged from a brutish land. Where understanding the body, intent in actions, oftentimes found itself a border for this life he cherishes.
"How much are you fine with?"
That holds as the true question to him. The once roaming hands upon her figure change route, determination baked into their direction as he'd draw along her sea kissed tresses. Those fingers skim along the temples, drawing lower to her cheeks, those thumbs gentle making their supportive 'I'm here for you' rounds upon her skin. Only then would he guide her vision to settle upon him, no room to turn. Rather than let more encouragement form in solely in words?
He kisses her again. Slower, calmer in the nature of its energy, as if trying to siphon away all of the nerves that aimed to tear at her mellower disposition. A gentle smack of the lips ensues before he edges in again, indulging in Belle while exchanging a message of his very own. She has her place with him, the energy does as well, even if the currents right now struggle.
Once Lighter pulls away, a shaken sigh eases from those strong lungs. Even as his boxers are just about bared, as the ghost like remnants of her touch are so firmly remembered by his body, there's no rush to it.
"This is our moment. If my good girl wants to set the pace, don't think there's a limit or chances." He asserts with a firmness that devotes itself to Belle. He'd allow for his hands to transform into his prayer for her, smoothing down her sublime frame, upon the curve of the midsection and down to her hips, intentionally hiking up a portion of that skirt as the bottom of his palms would heat up her thighs.
"..Did I ever tell you how wondrous it is to see you with this kind of fire?" His smoke tinged tone offers.
