Safrin
The candlelight flickered, and the stars overhead pulsed just a fraction brighter before Safrin stepped into existence before him. The shadows curled in reverence at her feet, the faint scent of crushed jasmine and warm spice wrapping around the salt and citrus he had brought with him. She appeared effortlessly poised, lounging against the shrine’s edge as though she had been waiting for him all along. "Jack," she purred, the name rolling off her tongue like honey warmed by the sun. "If I didn’t know better, I might think you're coming up with excuses to see me." He could have given her his jacket when last they were together, but oh, perhaps he'd been a little distracted. The slow, deliberate curve of her lips was entirely too knowing, and the way she stretched, arching her back just slightly to emphasize the perfect, moon-pale curves beneath her gown, was anything but subtle.
Her gaze drifted over him, lingering in places that made her amusement deepen, before finally flicking to the offering he had set down. "Mm," she hummed, trailing a fingertip through the glow of the candle, as if tasting its warmth. Pushing herself upright, Safrin moved toward him with the same easy, languid grace with which the stars traced their slow paths across the sky. "Now, tell me," she murmured, her fingers grazing the edge of his coat before she dragged them slowly up over his chest, teasing the space just beneath his collar. "Is this all you came for..?"
Her gaze drifted over him, lingering in places that made her amusement deepen, before finally flicking to the offering he had set down. "Mm," she hummed, trailing a fingertip through the glow of the candle, as if tasting its warmth. Pushing herself upright, Safrin moved toward him with the same easy, languid grace with which the stars traced their slow paths across the sky. "Now, tell me," she murmured, her fingers grazing the edge of his coat before she dragged them slowly up over his chest, teasing the space just beneath his collar. "Is this all you came for..?"
