[The temptation to follow after is plain, since she hovers where he's left her, but she retaliates by not taking the bait. For now, this time at least. Her own amusement coming forth on a hum, and she sinks back to finish undoing the last few remaining buttons on vest, making it go a little slower than it strictly needs, now using one hand for what's left.
Rather than begin to remove it, she plants a small hand beyond its opening on his stomach, casually resting, then purposely pressing down, and Alois is, inwardly, delighted by what they feel hidden below, hint of muscle under fabric. Hand smooths in a lazy trail upward, remaining in center, and she languidly moves to put herself between his legs for better access, not willing to give obvious enticement by straddling him—but that could all be driven by Alois, too nervous for it by the lack of his own barriers, not ready in the slightest to risk more amplified sensation alone, knowing he finds Miyuki terribly striking, that, though young, he fits the bill for his type, not if he doesn't have to.]
Oh, no? [she asks, with faux pout, fingers presently meandering aimlessly and not-quite innocently along torso.] Not even the littlest bit? [One hand finds its way to run carefully down firm side, the other's finger twirling into tie.] How do you know I'm not just waiting until your guard is down, [simultaneously she's near his lips, while hand fiddling with tie moves higher, and it may seem she's drawing in to kiss him again, she comes so close, and then deserts him to go round cheek instead, finishing with quiet whisper to ear:] how do you know I'm not unforgivably wicked?
This would be an unfavorable predicament, wouldn't it? [An almost helpless lilting at her own joke, still whispery, while she loosens tie.]
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Rather than begin to remove it, she plants a small hand beyond its opening on his stomach, casually resting, then purposely pressing down, and Alois is, inwardly, delighted by what they feel hidden below, hint of muscle under fabric. Hand smooths in a lazy trail upward, remaining in center, and she languidly moves to put herself between his legs for better access, not willing to give obvious enticement by straddling him—but that could all be driven by Alois, too nervous for it by the lack of his own barriers, not ready in the slightest to risk more amplified sensation alone, knowing he finds Miyuki terribly striking, that, though young, he fits the bill for his type, not if he doesn't have to.]
Oh, no? [she asks, with faux pout, fingers presently meandering aimlessly and not-quite innocently along torso.] Not even the littlest bit? [One hand finds its way to run carefully down firm side, the other's finger twirling into tie.] How do you know I'm not just waiting until your guard is down, [simultaneously she's near his lips, while hand fiddling with tie moves higher, and it may seem she's drawing in to kiss him again, she comes so close, and then deserts him to go round cheek instead, finishing with quiet whisper to ear:] how do you know I'm not unforgivably wicked?
This would be an unfavorable predicament, wouldn't it? [An almost helpless lilting at her own joke, still whispery, while she loosens tie.]