[Her hand lingers on his chest, even as he stands. She stays where she is beside him, not rising right away but rather using that opportunity to hook her fingers beneath the band of his trousers. Exerting a little pressure, she holds him there, hand still on his bare skin as she rises up against him.]
If I don't by now then we definitely have a problem.
[With another couple, perhaps one without such a drastic height difference, it might be easier for the shorter party to lean up to steal a kiss. Even with Thor looking down at her, however, Bryn can't quite reach him even on her toes. She directs her efforts elsewhere instead, hand sliding out from beneath his to join the other at his pants, all while her lips press to his chest. Eyes closing she slowly, carefully mouths kisses at his skin, hands working carefully by touch to unfasten his pants.
It takes her only moments, and as they're loosened she doesn't simply let them drop, but rather carefully draws them down his legs until they can pool at his ankles. Gently tugging at the hem of his undergarments, she draws those down as well, leaving him bare from head to toe. There's no hiding the sound that rises at the back of her throat as she presses against him, soft and rough as she savors the warmth of his body and the feel of him bared against him.]
I think I'd like you to sit for me. [Not lay down, but sit, propped up against the pillows that she gestures to behind her.] I can undress myself, unless you have the pressing desire to handle that.
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If I don't by now then we definitely have a problem.
[With another couple, perhaps one without such a drastic height difference, it might be easier for the shorter party to lean up to steal a kiss. Even with Thor looking down at her, however, Bryn can't quite reach him even on her toes. She directs her efforts elsewhere instead, hand sliding out from beneath his to join the other at his pants, all while her lips press to his chest. Eyes closing she slowly, carefully mouths kisses at his skin, hands working carefully by touch to unfasten his pants.
It takes her only moments, and as they're loosened she doesn't simply let them drop, but rather carefully draws them down his legs until they can pool at his ankles. Gently tugging at the hem of his undergarments, she draws those down as well, leaving him bare from head to toe. There's no hiding the sound that rises at the back of her throat as she presses against him, soft and rough as she savors the warmth of his body and the feel of him bared against him.]
I think I'd like you to sit for me. [Not lay down, but sit, propped up against the pillows that she gestures to behind her.] I can undress myself, unless you have the pressing desire to handle that.