( she'd held no part in ensuring he didn't remember his shirt on the way out, of course not. maybe she's just becoming a fiend for the whole mundane form of comforts; it still carried the faint smell of him, grazing the upper of her thighs, covering just enough to be deemed mildly appropriate—for her own apartment, of course.
she doesn't move with the normal sway she otherwise would when aware of a set of hues on her; everything about her is shyer with him, subdued, brazen nature waiting for the utmost comfort, the utmost trust between them to let itself be heard. she doesn't doubt she's quite a handful, if only he knew the extent. )
I think that might be bias, Baby. ( a glance over her shoulder, sure he can see the sweet curve of her lips even with no more than a soft light atop the stove lighting the entry. ) Do you want some tea? I had just put some on.
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she doesn't move with the normal sway she otherwise would when aware of a set of hues on her; everything about her is shyer with him, subdued, brazen nature waiting for the utmost comfort, the utmost trust between them to let itself be heard. she doesn't doubt she's quite a handful, if only he knew the extent. )
I think that might be bias, Baby. ( a glance over her shoulder, sure he can see the sweet curve of her lips even with no more than a soft light atop the stove lighting the entry. ) Do you want some tea? I had just put some on.