She flexes her fingers where they are woven with his, an acknowledgment. "No, you have a very gentle touch." In bed and out of it.
She catches the wicked, playful tones in his smirk, matches it with her own. That noise he makes causes her heart to speed up, prompts heat start to coil in her gut. "Heat and honey do lovely things to fruit," she purrs. "I should see if I can get my hands on some figs tomorrow."
She plucks a berry from her tart, offers it to him, brushing the fruit ever so slightly against his lips.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-07-11 03:24 am (UTC)She catches the wicked, playful tones in his smirk, matches it with her own. That noise he makes causes her heart to speed up, prompts heat start to coil in her gut. "Heat and honey do lovely things to fruit," she purrs. "I should see if I can get my hands on some figs tomorrow."
She plucks a berry from her tart, offers it to him, brushing the fruit ever so slightly against his lips.