she replies airily, lifting her hands to tug at his collar. Cheeks come highly recommended, but time enough for that later if he'd rather start elsewhere. The lips pressed against his throat are for his sake, to distract and mislead. The tongue sliding down, tracing the muscles underneath the skin, is for hers. So is the shove she gives his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders.
[come in to my parlor]
she replies airily, lifting her hands to tug at his collar. Cheeks come highly recommended, but time enough for that later if he'd rather start elsewhere. The lips pressed against his throat are for his sake, to distract and mislead. The tongue sliding down, tracing the muscles underneath the skin, is for hers. So is the shove she gives his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders.