"Yes," Vergil says with a hint of impatience in her voice. "I want more than just your hands on me." There's an underlying current of desire in her words, something that catches Brise off guard.
Brise hesitates for only a moment before nodding. Slowly, he leans forward, pressing his lips against one of Vergil's bare feet, then working his way up her leg, kissing every inch of skin he encounters.
As I trail kisses up her leg I reach up and unfasten her skirt and pull back admiring her pink lace panties. "Pink lace? Never figured that would be your choice. It looks cute on you."
Vergil's eyes widen momentarily at the sight of the lingerie. But she recovers quickly, taking a deep breath, and pushes Brise away slightly. "Do you have any idea how uncomfortable you make me feel?" she growls.