[In that place, a year ago now, she had barked or snapped at each laugh, too, hadn't she? Always ready to take offense or assume it was some slight against her... Now, she... likes it. That low rumble of a laugh in his throat, humming against her lips. That...
Her attempt to answer the accusation that she is a liar is delayed by the little gasping sound that escapes her lips when she can't hide in their kiss, a hint of a whimper wavering at the end when the half-see-through garment shifts beneath his touch and his thumb teases ever so barely over where her nipple begins to tighten in response to the slight friction of lace on skin. It was so... lewd, so of course-]
Only... only a scoundrel would think think to accuse his lover of being a liar...
[Her fingers tangle anxiously in the new outfit's sash, one moment, two... Before she starts looking for the knot.]
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Her attempt to answer the accusation that she is a liar is delayed by the little gasping sound that escapes her lips when she can't hide in their kiss, a hint of a whimper wavering at the end when the half-see-through garment shifts beneath his touch and his thumb teases ever so barely over where her nipple begins to tighten in response to the slight friction of lace on skin. It was so... lewd, so of course-]
Only... only a scoundrel would think think to accuse his lover of being a liar...
[Her fingers tangle anxiously in the new outfit's sash, one moment, two... Before she starts looking for the knot.]