For now, ( she agrees, faux complacent, a gleam of intention in her eyes. she’s got plans for that mirror—
but the aborted movement underneath her is more immediately pressing, even as she sucks in a breath against the feel of his thumb against her pebbled skin, registering the sensation of warm metal against her breast where he is still, for now, wearing his grave gold. her eyes (lilac, like he likes) are darker and heavy-lidded, a self-satisfied sort of smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she follows this with a kiss to his jaw and then his mouth, lingering with more urgency than they had previously. not enough alcohol on either breath to regret this, tomorrow,
her fingers swoop, teasingly, along the silk-covered length of him just as she bites his lip. it’s experimental; what happens if she presses here? )
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but the aborted movement underneath her is more immediately pressing, even as she sucks in a breath against the feel of his thumb against her pebbled skin, registering the sensation of warm metal against her breast where he is still, for now, wearing his grave gold. her eyes (lilac, like he likes) are darker and heavy-lidded, a self-satisfied sort of smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she follows this with a kiss to his jaw and then his mouth, lingering with more urgency than they had previously. not enough alcohol on either breath to regret this, tomorrow,
her fingers swoop, teasingly, along the silk-covered length of him just as she bites his lip. it’s experimental; what happens if she presses here? )