Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson
It's always a bit of a shock for him to just appear before her, nude and smug in a way that sits differently from his usual. She doesn't not like it, usually finding it amusing to see his shape take on whatever actions Frey deems fit to do, more free and languid about everything than he has ever been. It always feels like a fever dream, but she walks away chuckling about it all regardless. That her arousal sparks amid it all is never surprising, and not just because of Frey.
Her inhale turns sharp as the lemon-nipple connection strikes her like an unexpected jolt. She'd braced for the citrus tang in her mouth, not the roll of thumbs that drag up a dark memory where hands that looked just like that had done much the same to her recently. She flicks her gaze to the side, as if that could ever help her, listening to the cookie go down like an overly affectionate couple in a booth behind her at the bar. "Glad you liked it," she smiles, attention tilting back as she recovers a touch from the heat blooming through her.
A 'brow lifts in expectation as Vrey begins, sparkling the way anyone with secrets is prone to. Her smile deepens into one cheek, and she nods, the faintest sigh slipping out like agreement. "Yeah," she agrees, and the Labyrinth has a lesson or two about that as well.
Her breath holds taut again, though this time for an entirely different reason. The warm stream of magic reaches behind her, settling in with a glow and a scented flourish rich with promise. She glances over her shoulder at it, watching until the last flare of light fades. A sense of relief finds her. Another thing off her checklist. Another step towards managing to hold her own.
Her head turns, amber eyes resting back on Fresper as they lounge with all the confidence of a sunbeam in a storm. "Much appreciated, as always Frey," she says warmly, emboldened by this new potential. She dips her head in departure, hand rolling off her hat in a mild salute before she turns on her heel and heads home, a touch lighter, if heaps dirtier, thanks to Smooches.
[FIN]
Her inhale turns sharp as the lemon-nipple connection strikes her like an unexpected jolt. She'd braced for the citrus tang in her mouth, not the roll of thumbs that drag up a dark memory where hands that looked just like that had done much the same to her recently. She flicks her gaze to the side, as if that could ever help her, listening to the cookie go down like an overly affectionate couple in a booth behind her at the bar. "Glad you liked it," she smiles, attention tilting back as she recovers a touch from the heat blooming through her.
A 'brow lifts in expectation as Vrey begins, sparkling the way anyone with secrets is prone to. Her smile deepens into one cheek, and she nods, the faintest sigh slipping out like agreement. "Yeah," she agrees, and the Labyrinth has a lesson or two about that as well.
Her breath holds taut again, though this time for an entirely different reason. The warm stream of magic reaches behind her, settling in with a glow and a scented flourish rich with promise. She glances over her shoulder at it, watching until the last flare of light fades. A sense of relief finds her. Another thing off her checklist. Another step towards managing to hold her own.
Her head turns, amber eyes resting back on Fresper as they lounge with all the confidence of a sunbeam in a storm. "Much appreciated, as always Frey," she says warmly, emboldened by this new potential. She dips her head in departure, hand rolling off her hat in a mild salute before she turns on her heel and heads home, a touch lighter, if heaps dirtier, thanks to Smooches.
[FIN]
Colt
The grip you got on me is really quite impressive
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
