"Wouldn't know a thing." Skellig replies quickly, all-too-easily. And not at all truthful.
Since she is finished with the balm, he shifts his body, turning back to face her on the bed. His hands fall to her thighs, to the bottom edges of that kilt, while leaning in to press his lips lightly against hers.
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Date: 2024-03-24 02:22 am (UTC)Since she is finished with the balm, he shifts his body, turning back to face her on the bed. His hands fall to her thighs, to the bottom edges of that kilt, while leaning in to press his lips lightly against hers.
But he does not kiss her. Instead, he whispers.
"Skin feels much better...I thank you."