[ Though he won’t see it, Grell’s brows tick upward in unfiltered surprise. She had expected him to leave it at that, safety in vagueness... but this...
Yes, perhaps she also knew all of this, in some sense; however, hearing it in his own words is something she's desired for some time. It draws her in, her task momentarily forgotten, hand absently caressing his neck - and a lopsided little smile plucks at her lips. ]
What would you say to forgetting about this makeup, so that you could fill my sugar bowl?
[ If he doesn’t launch her off of the balcony for that one, she’ll lean in to wrap her arms over his shoulders, and nuzzle her cheek up to his. Quite affectionate, and not nearly as sexually charged as her words would imply. Still, she wouldn’t refuse if he said yes. ]
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Yes, perhaps she also knew all of this, in some sense; however, hearing it in his own words is something she's desired for some time. It draws her in, her task momentarily forgotten, hand absently caressing his neck - and a lopsided little smile plucks at her lips. ]
What would you say to forgetting about this makeup, so that you could fill my sugar bowl?
[ If he doesn’t launch her off of the balcony for that one, she’ll lean in to wrap her arms over his shoulders, and nuzzle her cheek up to his. Quite affectionate, and not nearly as sexually charged as her words would imply. Still, she wouldn’t refuse if he said yes. ]