[While he's teasing and untying this and that, she's taking him up on his offer to explore. Her arms are around his neck now, creeping down his back to feel the place where his wings meet his body. Did you know? This is the first time she has felt feathers in this way, that she can recall. Human hands and fingers are so full of sensation, and relay so much more information than a beak or claw. His feathers are smooth, and soft, and warm, and she feels her way across the leading edge of one of them, since that's all the can reach. She never knew feathers felt like this to human hands.]
[She is learning so much. Everything feels so much. It is almost an overwhelming amount of stimulus already. Her attention keeps being yanked between each progressive point of contact between them — his fingers, his teeth, his hips between her thighs.]
[She hooks her bare calves around his knees and pulls him closer until he's tightly nestled in between her legs, which is just as much for balance as she perches on this narrow rail as it is that she simply wants to feel more of his body heat against her.]
[Her hanfu is composed of four distinct layer groups. The undermost layer is a petticoat made of generously pleated fabric, to give volume to the skirt. This is her undergarment for her bottom half, and the "undergarment" for her top half is a camisolethat looks not completely unlike a spaghettis-strap tanktop. This is basically the ancient chinese version of a bra, and this low-cut, ruffle-topped thing is straining to contain her. On top of that is the outermost part of her robe with the wide, ankle-length sleeves. This comes together in the front and is tucked under the hem of the skirt. And the skirt itself is an enormous length of cloth that has been spooled around her waist and tied shut with ornate, tasseled cords. Kind of along these lines.]
[So, should he unwind the ties of her sash, her skirt should loosen enough to allow her dress top to fall open (though the skirt can't fall off by virtue of the fact that she is sitting on it). Then it's just a matter of undoing the ties of her camisole behind her neck and in the small of her back. She shivers as his fingers find his way back there, goosebumps prickling over her skin. She nips at his lip, urging him on.]
[Once he had undone the knots, this poor, belabored camisole straight-up surrenders, allowing her very generous endowments (this isn't canon, i'm just being self-indulgent] to escape to freedom, right there in the cool air.]
[Cloud Retainer makes a muffled, indistinguishable noise and glances up at him through her lashes.]
Re: Day 506
[While he's teasing and untying this and that, she's taking him up on his offer to explore. Her arms are around his neck now, creeping down his back to feel the place where his wings meet his body. Did you know? This is the first time she has felt feathers in this way, that she can recall. Human hands and fingers are so full of sensation, and relay so much more information than a beak or claw. His feathers are smooth, and soft, and warm, and she feels her way across the leading edge of one of them, since that's all the can reach. She never knew feathers felt like this to human hands.]
[She is learning so much. Everything feels so much. It is almost an overwhelming amount of stimulus already. Her attention keeps being yanked between each progressive point of contact between them — his fingers, his teeth, his hips between her thighs.]
[She hooks her bare calves around his knees and pulls him closer until he's tightly nestled in between her legs, which is just as much for balance as she perches on this narrow rail as it is that she simply wants to feel more of his body heat against her.]
[Her hanfu is composed of four distinct layer groups. The undermost layer is a petticoat made of generously pleated fabric, to give volume to the skirt. This is her undergarment for her bottom half, and the "undergarment" for her top half is a camisolethat looks not completely unlike a spaghettis-strap tanktop. This is basically the ancient chinese version of a bra, and this low-cut, ruffle-topped thing is straining to contain her. On top of that is the outermost part of her robe with the wide, ankle-length sleeves. This comes together in the front and is tucked under the hem of the skirt. And the skirt itself is an enormous length of cloth that has been spooled around her waist and tied shut with ornate, tasseled cords. Kind of along these lines.]
[So, should he unwind the ties of her sash, her skirt should loosen enough to allow her dress top to fall open (though the skirt can't fall off by virtue of the fact that she is sitting on it). Then it's just a matter of undoing the ties of her camisole behind her neck and in the small of her back. She shivers as his fingers find his way back there, goosebumps prickling over her skin. She nips at his lip, urging him on.]
[Once he had undone the knots, this poor, belabored camisole straight-up surrenders, allowing her very generous endowments (
this isn't canon, i'm just being self-indulgent] to escape to freedom, right there in the cool air.][Cloud Retainer makes a muffled, indistinguishable noise and glances up at him through her lashes.]