( Her smile is a brief thing, so soft it might not have been there at all before the more familiar smirk replaces it, a fingertip wiping the corner of her lips as she pulls back. He's spread out before her, exhausted and gasping and just so pretty like this. Slowly, carefully as one might brush fingers against fragile porcelain, she pulls her fingers out and slinks over to the other side of the bed, stretching out languidly beside him. )
Or should I keep going?
( Her hand reaches up, toying with the knot on one of the restraints idly. )
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Date: 2018-07-01 06:46 pm (UTC)Or should I keep going?
( Her hand reaches up, toying with the knot on one of the restraints idly. )