@blysiia || x
He had woken not long after Zelda left their bed to dress for the day, and subconscious habit had lead to him shifting, crimson gaze following her movements as she donned her Gerudo garb, tracing the lines of her figure as they were covered and framed by the thin fabric. It was quite a sight to behold, he found - for so often did he see his queen in only the heavy, dragging skirts typical of Hylian nobility, to see her dressed so drastically different from what he was used to... it caused his thoughts to wander a great deal.
When she blushes in response to his words, Mikhail’s lips curve into a lazy smirk, though his stare remains just as intent as before. It only widens further when she turns to meet his eyes, and he quirks an eyebrow at her in a clearly suggestive manner - though it turns curious when she resumes fiddling with her belt.
Before he has a chance to say anything else, she responds with that, and it draws a quiet chuckle from his mouth. ❝ Well, that it one option. I think, though, that I would much rather take them off of you myself. ❞
With that, Mikhail rises from the bed and saunters towards his wife; crossing the distance in a mere few strides, his hands settle on her hips and give a slight tug to pull her close up against him.
❝ What do you say? ❞ he murmurs as he leans in towards her, breath fanning against her ear. ❝ Do you want to strip for me? Or should I just strip you myself? ❞









