Too much was happening at once; for Noel, at least, it felt like a sudden influx of sensory overload. Though she more than likely didn't understand the true meaning of the phrase, surely what the captain was doing to her was close to it. His touch, his voice, his scent -- even his taste -- it was almost too much for her to take in. Her obvious inexperience was to blame; the simple touches of his hand to her cheek, and the squeeze of her thighs -- it was all driving her mad with a sense of want, but she was still too shy and quite too embarrassed to ever openly admit that what he was doing was feeling good.
"I..." She trailed off, a wince and some strange noise she's never heard escape her lips as his mouth glided along her neck. Her breathing hitched, and Noel found herself grabbing at Hazama again as he continued to give her more and more of what she was beginning to like. Had her neck always been so sensitive?
"I--" Come on, Noel. Breathe. "--D-Don't... ask things like that...!"
Her voice sounded weak. And very quickly she, too, was becoming physically weak herself. Had it not been for her position on the desk, her legs would have given out by now and Captain Hazama would have to deal with an incompetent officer at his feet (not that he would mind at this point).
The sad truth of the matter was that she didn't know how to answer. Noel was neither a total prude nor completely dense of how her body worked; the question of what she's done only helped to make her feel guilty, and as far as she was concerned there was no way she would ever honestly answer such a thing.
So maybe she was a bit of a prude.
"Let's just," it was more of a whimper than a command, the way she worded it. "Keep, um..."
Miraculously, she managed to move herself away from those enticing lips... only to reach down again and capture them for herself once more. In a manner that was almost unlike herself, she reached out, eyes scrunching shut uncomfortably as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Like this, right? Anything but having to answer to him.
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"I..." She trailed off, a wince and some strange noise she's never heard escape her lips as his mouth glided along her neck. Her breathing hitched, and Noel found herself grabbing at Hazama again as he continued to give her more and more of what she was beginning to like. Had her neck always been so sensitive?
"I--" Come on, Noel. Breathe. "--D-Don't... ask things like that...!"
Her voice sounded weak. And very quickly she, too, was becoming physically weak herself. Had it not been for her position on the desk, her legs would have given out by now and Captain Hazama would have to deal with an incompetent officer at his feet (not that he would mind at this point).
The sad truth of the matter was that she didn't know how to answer. Noel was neither a total prude nor completely dense of how her body worked; the question of what she's done only helped to make her feel guilty, and as far as she was concerned there was no way she would ever honestly answer such a thing.
So maybe she was a bit of a prude.
"Let's just," it was more of a whimper than a command, the way she worded it. "Keep, um..."
Miraculously, she managed to move herself away from those enticing lips... only to reach down again and capture them for herself once more. In a manner that was almost unlike herself, she reached out, eyes scrunching shut uncomfortably as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Like this, right? Anything but having to answer to him.