[Keyleth is, as the kids like to say, a hugger, so she takes the invitation almost immediately, tipping her head down on Corbin's shoulder and still slightly up to gaze up at the colorful autumnal canopy.]
Mm, if it was I didn't notice. It's such a nice day.
Yeah, it is. Even nicer with you sitting out here.
[How do flirt. He's trying, and he's at least pretty sure that his idea of 'hey you look pretty' gets across? Maybe?]
[He tips his gaze just enough so he doesn't move her but he can look at her and the way the light coming through the autumn leaves makes shadows across her face. She really does look pretty sitting there, he just doesn't have the words to say it and not feel like a hick]
[If it makes you feel any better, Corbin, Keyleth has no idea what a hick even is, much less whether or not you are one. Also! She is absolutely no better at flirting. Possibly she's worse!
Like case in point, she's just gonna tip her head back up, smile, and go in for a kiss. Cause that's way easier than trying to be smooth.]
[Really, it's probably best not to delve too deeply into Corbin's own ideas about his level of intelligence vs. how other people perceive him. Best to just leave it be, since he has other things to think about. Much better things, like how Keyleth tastes like green and smells like the sunlight. And no matter how bad either of them might be at flirting, Keyleth is pretty dang good at kissing.]
[Corbin leans over, the hand that's not planted on the ground sliding around her waist to urge her closer. It is a lot easier than trying to talk.]
[Closer is good! Is in your lap close enough, Corbin? Cause that is Keyleth's destination, since it's way more comfortable that way. Her leg bends and hitches up, fingers balling up the material of her skirt to hike it out of the way and let her start moving to straddle his thighs, with a knee planted on either side. It's an unhurried but steady process, her fingers curling lightly in his hair, both to keep him close for kissing and to help steady herself in the transition. There's plenty of pause in case he wants or needs to stop her, or wants something else.]
[A lap full of Keyleth is just fine, not exactly what he was planning, but they had plenty of time, and he's more than happy to roll with whatever she wants to do]
[As it becomes clear what her destination is he's more than happy to help, making sure she's not sitting on her skirts, sliding them out of the way, and in the process, getting a hand under said skirts so he can touch along her thigh to the curve of her ass. He pulls away from the kiss with a grin once she's settled, his fingers sliding through her hair]
[Have fun, Corbin, cause there is nothing under those skirts but naked Keyleth. She does not believe in underwear, it's oppressive. She wriggles a bit, mostly to get comfortably seated but if she ends up pressing her weight pleasantly against a dick, well, that's a nice bonus.]
Mmm, pretty comfy. Could be better.
[And then, not wanting him to think she was taking a dig at his lap, she leaned back and skimmed her top off over her head.
(Keyleth does not believe in bras, either. They are even more oppressive.)
Casually as you please, she drops the material on the grassy ground next to them, skims her hair over her shoulders and sighs contentedly.]
[And just like that, he has a naked Keyleth in his lap. That lap just got a whole lot less comfy, but since that seems to be the goal here, Corbin is sure she won't mind.]
[Corbin tries to be smooth, tries to have something to say when he needs to. He likes to think he's funny and at least a bit witty. But words fail him when he's suddenly faced with the redhead, naked in his lap with the afternoon sun filtering through the leaves, making her skin glow and setting her hair on fire. He swallows, tries to say something, and fails. So he tries again, licking his lips before he manages to get something coherent out.]
Yes ma'am that's... [Another swallow, his eyes sliding up and then back down] that's a whole lot better.
[He slides his hands up from her ass, her sides and then up to cup her breasts, thumbs sliding over the nipples, testing out how sensitive they might be before he takes them between thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently, increasing the pressure if that's what she seems to like.]
God damn, you're gorgeous...
[His hips are moving too, but not so much, he can't help it, even if he's fully clothed, and the sensation is dulled with the layer of fabric between them, but he can still feel the heat of her, and it still feels good, even if it's just a tease. So he rocks his hips and grinds against her, he wants to be inside of her badly, but he can wait. He's patient. Or at least, he's trying his best to be]
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Mm, if it was I didn't notice. It's such a nice day.
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[How do flirt. He's trying, and he's at least pretty sure that his idea of 'hey you look pretty' gets across? Maybe?]
[He tips his gaze just enough so he doesn't move her but he can look at her and the way the light coming through the autumn leaves makes shadows across her face. She really does look pretty sitting there, he just doesn't have the words to say it and not feel like a hick]
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[If it makes you feel any better, Corbin, Keyleth has no idea what a hick even is, much less whether or not you are one. Also! She is absolutely no better at flirting. Possibly she's worse!
Like case in point, she's just gonna tip her head back up, smile, and go in for a kiss. Cause that's way easier than trying to be smooth.]
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[Corbin leans over, the hand that's not planted on the ground sliding around her waist to urge her closer. It is a lot easier than trying to talk.]
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[As it becomes clear what her destination is he's more than happy to help, making sure she's not sitting on her skirts, sliding them out of the way, and in the process, getting a hand under said skirts so he can touch along her thigh to the curve of her ass. He pulls away from the kiss with a grin once she's settled, his fingers sliding through her hair]
Hi there. Comfy?
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Mmm, pretty comfy. Could be better.
[And then, not wanting him to think she was taking a dig at his lap, she leaned back and skimmed her top off over her head.
(Keyleth does not believe in bras, either. They are even more oppressive.)
Casually as you please, she drops the material on the grassy ground next to them, skims her hair over her shoulders and sighs contentedly.]
See, that's much better.
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[Corbin tries to be smooth, tries to have something to say when he needs to. He likes to think he's funny and at least a bit witty. But words fail him when he's suddenly faced with the redhead, naked in his lap with the afternoon sun filtering through the leaves, making her skin glow and setting her hair on fire. He swallows, tries to say something, and fails. So he tries again, licking his lips before he manages to get something coherent out.]
Yes ma'am that's... [Another swallow, his eyes sliding up and then back down] that's a whole lot better.
[He slides his hands up from her ass, her sides and then up to cup her breasts, thumbs sliding over the nipples, testing out how sensitive they might be before he takes them between thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently, increasing the pressure if that's what she seems to like.]
God damn, you're gorgeous...
[His hips are moving too, but not so much, he can't help it, even if he's fully clothed, and the sensation is dulled with the layer of fabric between them, but he can still feel the heat of her, and it still feels good, even if it's just a tease. So he rocks his hips and grinds against her, he wants to be inside of her badly, but he can wait. He's patient. Or at least, he's trying his best to be]