DenEst (goddess au) 4

                                    

                                          
>:)
                          


                          
As night time approached and dusk had finally passed, she slipped under the covers of the bed with Den, as they had done just before. 
                          
Cuddling up into his chest, she shifted around quite a bit, somewhat uncomfortable and cold. It was harder to feel his warmth through this thicker fabric, and whilst it provided a sense of warmness itself, it wasn't enough to satisfy her. 
                          
So, she stripped the dress off, easing out of it before pressing up against Den's chest innocently, feeling his warmth as she closed her eyes and got comfortable. 
                          
Den didn't pay much attention to when she was shuffling around, but when his hand rested on her bare back and he realized that she was wearing significantly less clothes than before, his eyes widened a bit. "Esti... where'd your dress go..?"
                          
She moved her hands up his chest, as if navigating him in the dark with only her palms. "Oh, I took it off. I couldn't feel your warmth with it on." she mumbled, a little red staining her face as she did. "...is that bad?"    
                          
He sighed softly, rubbing his face with a hand. "No no, it's fine... you should've told me first, then I could've just taken my shirt off and you could've kept your clothes on... try not to wander around naked too much, alright?"
                          
She nodded before sliding her hands up his shirt, resting her palms right against where his heartbeat was before deciding to go back on what he said. 
                          
"Alright," she hummed, looking up at his face in the dark, which she could make out quite easily. "Take off your shirt. Please?"
                          
"Um..."
                          
Usually if a naked girl asked that, Den would have no problem in stripping as well. But there was nothing inherently sexual about this-- to her, at least. 
                          
"...If I do, then you can't face me, alright?" he mumbled quietly. Having her breasts pressed against his bare chest would probably make him too excited.
                          
"Why not?" the disappointment in her voice wasn't hard to spot. "It's warmer that way..." 
                          
She took the hem of his shirt and started to pull it up, helping him take it off like he had helped her before. This was what she was supposed to do, right? 
                          
"Turn around first?" Den didn't let her lift his shirt off. "Please? I promise it'll still be warm if I'm hugging you from behind."
                          
She stayed quiet for a few moments before complying to his request, turning around so her back was facing him. "Okay..."
                          
Once she was facing the other way, Den removed his shirt and tossed it behind him on the floor somewhere, then scooting closer to Esti and wrapping his arms around her waist, spooning her from behind. "See? Not that bad." Her back was pressed against his chest, and his hands rested on her smooth stomach.
                          
She hummed gently, not quite satisfied. 
                          
"But..." she took one of his wrists, bringing it up to her chest and pressing the warm palm where her heart was. "I want this part to be warm too. Could you just hold your hands on top of there?
                          

'On top of there' were where her soft breasts were, pressing against his bare hand and the cold ring on his middle finger. 
                          
Den couldn't resist giving a soft squeeze before slithering his hand away. "I don't think I should, sorry..."
                          
A gentle sound escaped her throat when he had squeezed her breast, a sudden warmth rushing down as her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. 

"Why not...?" her voice was quiet. What was that?