And it burns like a gin and I like it,
Now it's Thal's turn to sound unconvinced, a low hum flowing between them as she takes another long sip of her drink. The burn tastes sweet on her tongue, mixing with the pleasant purr of his voice as she dangles her glass in a limp hand, watching the remaining liquid swirl in the bottom. "I think you're the one who keeps bringing him up." She doesn't look at him, but she can practically feel another eye roll, knowing that she's the one who started it when she'd pitted them against each other at the carnival.
Thal doesn't pause the slow twisting of her glass as she feels the light hand against her back. She lets the muscles of her spine tense slightly under his touch, a nearly imperceptible arch that makes her tail twitch in its path down his leg to let him know that she notices despite the way she still doesn't look at him, stubborn and enticing. The rough pull of her hip against his doesn't scare her or make her turn either, a small thrill of excitement chiming in her head as she nicks a fang on her smirking lips, like she can already taste the pleasure. "Then let's play a different one." Finally meeting his gaze again, Thal raises an eyebrow in question, as if to ask, 'What's taken you this long?'
Thal doesn't pause the slow twisting of her glass as she feels the light hand against her back. She lets the muscles of her spine tense slightly under his touch, a nearly imperceptible arch that makes her tail twitch in its path down his leg to let him know that she notices despite the way she still doesn't look at him, stubborn and enticing. The rough pull of her hip against his doesn't scare her or make her turn either, a small thrill of excitement chiming in her head as she nicks a fang on her smirking lips, like she can already taste the pleasure. "Then let's play a different one." Finally meeting his gaze again, Thal raises an eyebrow in question, as if to ask, 'What's taken you this long?'
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
