this is why we can't have nice things, honey
Flora lets out a long, indulgent moan as Danta’s fingers curl around her ankle, willingly relinquishing her foot into his waiting lap with an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Gods, yes," she murmurs, settling back into her chair as though it’s a throne she’s reclaimed.
Her chin tips obediently upward beneath the gentle coaxing of Asta’s fingertips, eyes fluttering closed as the cool, silky texture of the face mask sweeps carefully across her skin. "Mm, right," she purrs, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Because I'm sure the texture of my skin was what you were most focused on earlier."
She stays still, luxuriating under Asta's meticulous attention until he's satisfied, only peeking one eye open once the mask is fully applied. Her expression turns sly, blue eyes glittering with mischief as she sweeps her gaze appreciatively between both Ancients. "Would it be terrible," she asks sweetly, voice dripping with honey and trouble, "to say this feels almost as good as what we were up to before?" Her smile deepens into something decidedly feline, utterly shameless.
Her chin tips obediently upward beneath the gentle coaxing of Asta’s fingertips, eyes fluttering closed as the cool, silky texture of the face mask sweeps carefully across her skin. "Mm, right," she purrs, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Because I'm sure the texture of my skin was what you were most focused on earlier."
She stays still, luxuriating under Asta's meticulous attention until he's satisfied, only peeking one eye open once the mask is fully applied. Her expression turns sly, blue eyes glittering with mischief as she sweeps her gaze appreciatively between both Ancients. "Would it be terrible," she asks sweetly, voice dripping with honey and trouble, "to say this feels almost as good as what we were up to before?" Her smile deepens into something decidedly feline, utterly shameless.
