[ his hands can linger there as long as he'd like them to — roxy's always been fond of her ass. almost as much as her breasts but really, all things in their own time. a quick, hot breath escapes after that proper kiss, and roxy has to dart her tongue over her bottom lip.

things like this are theoretically very easy. years of flirt-larping with dirk's ar program has taught roxy how to weave words well enough that even a computer program has a response to her, but it's very different getting herself worked up than it is having to watch someone actually respond to the words she says. she can't just fold right away, even though that look in his eyes is enough to send a spike right through her heart. ]

Yeah... All those sounds you made, the pressure of your hips between my thighs. [ her eyes close, and roxy presses her forehead to his, fingertips drawing their way to the fly of his jeans. ] I've thought about it a lot since then and I figure... doin this on our own, s'gotta be better than them telling us to, right? [ she steals another kiss, tugging that button undone. ] I wanna feel you again, but more'n that... I wanna hear you moan my name more.