dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
Sinking into the offered touch as if it's the first time she's ever felt anything like it, Dahlia's eyes close for a moment, relishing the tug and twist of her hair and the heat that Sunjata's fingertips leave in their wake. "I believe it," she assures him, the words spoken through a catlike smile, and as her eyes blink back open it's to find the Flood in a very close proximity indeed.
"I am beginning to think," she says, her tone dropping to something more like a sultry whisper, "that this letter wasn't the only reason you came all the way up to Stormbreak to see me." Hooking one of her ankles around his hips as if to draw him closer against her, the Reaper presses her hands to his chest in earnest now, as if to encourage and tease him further, to see the scars light up along his skin like a blush.
"I am beginning to think," she says, her tone dropping to something more like a sultry whisper, "that this letter wasn't the only reason you came all the way up to Stormbreak to see me." Hooking one of her ankles around his hips as if to draw him closer against her, the Reaper presses her hands to his chest in earnest now, as if to encourage and tease him further, to see the scars light up along his skin like a blush.
Let me see the heat get to it
