[ each one remains like a brand, the deliberateness warming her fiercely as she watches him descend, heart and lungs stuttering as she hums her approval. cheeks beyond rosy, lips parted a bit when she wets them eagerly. ]
I said you could be unprofessional with me anytime, [ she replies breathlessly, her free hand playing with his shirt, ] you-- shouldn't wait for my say-so.
[ it's sweet that he does. malkuth does like it. does adore being asked and cared for like that, considered -- but he's allowed to do what he wants, too. it's
it's pretty hot, as a crude samurai she knows might put it, to be waited on. she doesn't hate it. it gives her something to tease with, caught wrist tilting to let her fingertips brush at his bangs. ]
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I said you could be unprofessional with me anytime, [ she replies breathlessly, her free hand playing with his shirt, ] you-- shouldn't wait for my say-so.
[ it's sweet that he does. malkuth does like it. does adore being asked and cared for like that, considered -- but he's allowed to do what he wants, too. it's
it's pretty hot, as a crude samurai she knows might put it, to be waited on. she doesn't hate it. it gives her something to tease with, caught wrist tilting to let her fingertips brush at his bangs. ]
Unless... you like that?