Hoshimi Eri always felt painfully embarrassed knowing she was being watched. It was well within her repertoire to pretend not to notice when eyes were on here, but it was impossible to ignore Gilgamesh looking at her. More impossible than that was ignoring the sensation of his slow retreat after just a snicker. She'd made her own decision, leaving not everything up to the King of Heroes and in exchange, she'd been freed of his invasion. But being free of it, left her insides to pulse gently as if in longing. Now that he was not within her, did she miss him occupying the space between her legs? A bit... she was sure of it. What another annoying thing to add to the list of her own understanding. Still... she did not hate such a notion completely, especially when she knew they'd be continuing.
A scoff escaped her in the moments following Gilgamesh exiting the bed. Apparently, he was content to stand at the foot of the bed in all his nudity, his entire body seeming to beckon Eri forward. His words did the same but in a very different way. It seemed her choice came with another she hadn't quite considered yet. Would she face him and give herself more options of dealing with his intrusive nature or would she face away and leave herself at his mercy? As she moved forward her brows furrowed and the muscle in her jaw twitched. 'Who the fuck is he talking to?' It was such an irrational thought, there was so much anger in her soul. She'd never left herself at the mercy of anyone, she wouldn't be starting now. It wasn't as if she would not come to face him any time he presented himself. She was no coward nor was she apprehensive. There were probably many goods to be taken from having his body subjected upon hers, she'd seen a few of these herself, but here and now she'd not back down. Such was her nature. If he wanted her submissive, he'd have to force her. She'd already deemed him a similar enough existence that she figured he'd be the same way. "Every time you speak I want to fight," she said honestly as she approached but upon reaching the end of the bed she swung her legs around the end and stood before him, facing him even looking up into his face with her own form of arrogance playing across her face. What a stark contrast such a thing had to her more timid actions just seconds before, he always did this to her, and she never felt stable in herself around him. She had no presence of mind to be concerned about things like how wild she must have looked, how out of place every hair on her head was. The fact that her face remained feverishly flushed and the idea that she did not dislike looking at this man at all as she stared up into his face with all the audacity humanity had to offer. Watching her stand before him this way, one might almost think they'd come to blows before anything else happened, but she did not expect violence at this point. She wasn't even armed such was the situation they were currently in. How was she to be lifted? How would she enjoy it? Would it be worth doing again later or even trying in that other manner he mentioned? Well she supposed she'd be finding out soon enough.
A scoff escaped her in the moments following Gilgamesh exiting the bed. Apparently, he was content to stand at the foot of the bed in all his nudity, his entire body seeming to beckon Eri forward. His words did the same but in a very different way. It seemed her choice came with another she hadn't quite considered yet. Would she face him and give herself more options of dealing with his intrusive nature or would she face away and leave herself at his mercy? As she moved forward her brows furrowed and the muscle in her jaw twitched. 'Who the fuck is he talking to?' It was such an irrational thought, there was so much anger in her soul. She'd never left herself at the mercy of anyone, she wouldn't be starting now. It wasn't as if she would not come to face him any time he presented himself. She was no coward nor was she apprehensive. There were probably many goods to be taken from having his body subjected upon hers, she'd seen a few of these herself, but here and now she'd not back down. Such was her nature. If he wanted her submissive, he'd have to force her. She'd already deemed him a similar enough existence that she figured he'd be the same way. "Every time you speak I want to fight," she said honestly as she approached but upon reaching the end of the bed she swung her legs around the end and stood before him, facing him even looking up into his face with her own form of arrogance playing across her face. What a stark contrast such a thing had to her more timid actions just seconds before, he always did this to her, and she never felt stable in herself around him. She had no presence of mind to be concerned about things like how wild she must have looked, how out of place every hair on her head was. The fact that her face remained feverishly flushed and the idea that she did not dislike looking at this man at all as she stared up into his face with all the audacity humanity had to offer. Watching her stand before him this way, one might almost think they'd come to blows before anything else happened, but she did not expect violence at this point. She wasn't even armed such was the situation they were currently in. How was she to be lifted? How would she enjoy it? Would it be worth doing again later or even trying in that other manner he mentioned? Well she supposed she'd be finding out soon enough.
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