Don't be afraid to catch feels, ride drop top and chase thrills,
Baby, I know you ain't scared to catch feels, feels with me
As she confirmed to him that she was, in fact, okay, he felt eased by a wave of relief. It had been a pretty rough fall and he had grabbed her pretty tightly before they had descended, not wanting to drop her into the underground abyss. He eyed the ground beneath them as she stated her theory that what lurked beneath them was, in fact, a trap. He released a long sigh as the thought, it sure seemed that this was the case, whatever beast awaited them know they were coming. The thing that was, most likely the Bad Santa, wanted them to descend into this underground space, for whatever sinister reason it had. It wasn't ideal but what other choice did they have, they could climb back up to the surface and try to strategize another option. But the longer they waited, the less likely this lost girl was going to make it out of this alive if she wasn't already dead.
If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to make sure she didn't slip, he would've forced his gaze elsewhere. But if he did that he ran the risk of her slipping and falling, so he would concentrate on looking at her but also not looking at her. Just keeping his gaze on her shoulder, yes this seemed like a safe place to stare. Still, even trying not to admire her lithe form, he could still feel everything. Her soft skin would brush teasingly against his, her supple legs curling around his waist, the hold would cause her to press her pert assets against his front. He growled deep in his throat, his frustration growing with each moment. Here they were forced together in a way he had imagined so many times, he had visualised how she would look, and how she would feel. But to experience it so directly, without the benefit of actually experiencing her. It was the biggest most monumentous tease he had ever had to endure and the part of him that so desperately sought to be buried within the Dies Irae Ambassador was furious with him right now.
He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, he would take a moment to focus his mind. Angling himself so that he could avoid 'poking her' in that way, he would run through various ideas in an attempt to diminish his excitement. Every unarousing thing he could think of rattling through his brain desperately; The pungent scent of his ex-guildmates corpses as they were burnt alive in the fire at the Silver moon inn - The Shark's shitty accent - The scowling face of Mephistopheles Dagger. Oh, that worked, he clung to the thought of his grandfather as he felt it diminish his excitement significantly. He went through the last berating he had to endure from the patriarch of the Dagger Family, and then to make it worse, he would imagine the same lecture without clothes. He flinched, ugh, yep, now that did it. He could feel his erection dwindling quickly at such a picture, he opened his eyes. Holding the unpleasant thought in his head, he would allow his magic to flow to his arms and legs. The flesh their turning black as he pressed them against the wall of earth. Mechanically, he began his descent, trying his best to maintain his focus until finally, after what felt like forever and a day, he would touch his foot to the ground.
He stepped back from the wall, all the while lowering Sivvy down. He glanced away from her quickly, his breathing heavy. Even with his mental deterrent, it had been difficult to ignore the sensation of her in that way. He wouldn't meet her gaze for a moment, knowing full well how easily she could excite him if he glanced over her once more. And not to mention, they still had a job to do, he needed to focus.
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