lumine's mouth is dry. a part of her wonders if diluc knows what he sounds like, saying something like that. or if he knows the effect he has on her, with the effortless command of a man used to having his way with others.
at this point, it's impossible not to be at least a little warm under the collar under that once-over, so to speak, the faintest widening of her eyes a dead giveaway to his effect. and she's supposed to be the one with the experience. goodness. ]
There isn't any alcohol in this, is there?
[ because she swears the heat in her cheeks are from the alcohol. definitely. and it's definitely not from how her traitorous mind is continuously supplying suggestions as to what she could be just for him. or what it'll be like to taste him instead of grape juice, to feel the heat of his body for herself, underneath the vest and shirt. hell, they're both adults, and somehow she feels like a teenager, with her libido damn near running wild.
diluc really is one hell of a bartender, isn't he? ]
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lumine's mouth is dry. a part of her wonders if diluc knows what he sounds like, saying something like that. or if he knows the effect he has on her, with the effortless command of a man used to having his way with others.
at this point, it's impossible not to be at least a little warm under the collar under that once-over, so to speak, the faintest widening of her eyes a dead giveaway to his effect. and she's supposed to be the one with the experience. goodness. ]
There isn't any alcohol in this, is there?
[ because she swears the heat in her cheeks are from the alcohol. definitely. and it's definitely not from how her traitorous mind is continuously supplying suggestions as to what she could be just for him. or what it'll be like to taste him instead of grape juice, to feel the heat of his body for herself, underneath the vest and shirt. hell, they're both adults, and somehow she feels like a teenager, with her libido damn near running wild.
diluc really is one hell of a bartender, isn't he? ]