[ Raven knows he's being careful, he's always pretty careful with her, maybe just from a lack of confidence in what he's doing, but she understands it, doesn't address it. the only catch is that Raven loves being naked. it's just the truth of it. she'd never wear her jumpsuit if she had her way. but she can't do that, she promised she wouldn't do that, so she wears her jumpsuit. but either way, there's no sign of shyness or discouragement as he pushes at her clothes, if anything she might be shifting into the movement, rolling her shoulder so it moves further back. clothes feel strange against her true form, it's too much. so yeah, no, she doesn't say anything about it.
instead she just reaches between them to try and grab hold of the zip on his jumpsuit, fumbling in her enthusiasm, but then she huffs, presses her hand flat between his shoulderblades and rolls them over, towards the wall just to avoid falling off the bed. there's space though, there's room, and she crouches over him with a grin ( so he has room to move, get comfy ), pressing her forehead to his and using both hands to unzip his suit. ]
Oh, you're right, it's helping for sure-
[ said as an afterthought, a dumb joke, because she pulls back to rest her hands flat on his chest, not to pin him down, but just to brush her palms over his skin. now, this is where she should realize it's- fast. she's rushing. not just rushrushrush kisses, but there's been no 'wait are we really going to-?' moment, no 'tell me this is okay'. it's a lingering effect of the mask, maybe, the confidence to just take, but it's nothing so malicious as what her mask made her feel. maybe it's been there all along, she's only now letting herself act on it. hm. still, she smiles as she looks him over, her eyes caught on that dark little scar low on his collar bone, the one she replicated however long ago, before her eyes are back on his again ]
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instead she just reaches between them to try and grab hold of the zip on his jumpsuit, fumbling in her enthusiasm, but then she huffs, presses her hand flat between his shoulderblades and rolls them over, towards the wall just to avoid falling off the bed. there's space though, there's room, and she crouches over him with a grin ( so he has room to move, get comfy ), pressing her forehead to his and using both hands to unzip his suit. ]
Oh, you're right, it's helping for sure-
[ said as an afterthought, a dumb joke, because she pulls back to rest her hands flat on his chest, not to pin him down, but just to brush her palms over his skin. now, this is where she should realize it's- fast. she's rushing. not just rushrushrush kisses, but there's been no 'wait are we really going to-?' moment, no 'tell me this is okay'. it's a lingering effect of the mask, maybe, the confidence to just take, but it's nothing so malicious as what her mask made her feel. maybe it's been there all along, she's only now letting herself act on it. hm. still, she smiles as she looks him over, her eyes caught on that dark little scar low on his collar bone, the one she replicated however long ago, before her eyes are back on his again ]