she’s been given the gift of enchantment ; ensnaring men , capturing them mind , body , and soul . and so — this bewilderment he wears ? the cautiousness to how she’s received ? she feels it , knows it , and entertains the sincerity of his method, and means … stephen was so sweet to her , so kind , gentle , loving , passive – he was a good man , to his core , regardless of his past and where it’d lead him before … she maps a couple of kisses along the sharp , slope of his jaw ; he was beautiful , in his own right , too .
she hums , taking his hands so that they’d loosely gather near the shirt in question , its hem riding up on the back of her knuckles , she’s smiling , cheeky , that he already knew , and she was toying with him would soon be abundantly clear ,
“ there are a few options ,” her asgardian accent lies sleepily , a drawl , “ into my general ensemble … corset… skirt. … boots and cape , or..” another emphatic pause, but she kisses him square on the lips to punctuate it , and hums delightedly once more, “ or into nothing at all . it is your home , your choice .”
the soft presses of her lips against his jaw gave him a moment of a soft groan, something akin to a purr more than anything. he enjoyed her leading him where she wanted him — case in point, her once again gently ( her hands were so much softer than his — ) taking his hands to the edge of his own shirt. swallowing back a smart comment he’d tilt his head at the change of her tone.. pupils dilated at the suggestion following the pause, his eyes now wandering her face.
he couldn’t help but use magics to run over the two of them, just.. checking, making sure this wasn’t some sort of spell that he was falling for.. should he be afraid that it wasn’t? wordlessly his scarred hand ran along the hem of her his? shirt, allowing himself a moment to simply enjoy the softness of her skin.
“ you’re playing an awfully dangerous game, my dear amora. ” he allowed his voice to pitch deeper, a smooth octave he only found himself using for.. intimate, situations. with this he now smirked, finding himself a touch more confident as he moved forward — backing her up, so that she may be pressed a touch more against the counter they stood by. “ tell me what you want, and i’ll think about indulging you. ”