REXANNA
Rome wasn't built in a day.
She watches it all with an appreciative yet calculating eye – gaze lingering between them all until Bastien chooses to sit beside her. For a moment, she gives him a calculating and yet mischievous fanged grin. And when Amun slips forward toward her husband, she watches with a dark raised brow. The apologetic smirk toward her is met with a chime of a laugh.Rexanna isn’t the jealous type, and even still she wouldn’t mind sharing a piece of her husband with anyone else.
So she glances toward Nate briefly after, a bright smirk crossing her face as she leans back against the couch and tilts her head up. “Regardless of how flashy Bastien wants it to be, it’s not synchronized.” She hums with amusement, pursing her lips in an air kiss before she focuses on Harper and Nate once more. “Sometimes, having different types makes it more fun. Amun, you seem well versed in this… Whereas Nate, maybe you haven’t done it so much before. But you don’t have to be quite so flexible as Amun is. And Harper…” Her voice purrs on his name. “You’re quite flexible yourself. Take the lead and then back off, leave them wanting more.” A wink sent to the Accepted.
But her emerald gaze lands on Nate once more as she stands, giving her husband a bright grin once more, pushing away from the couch to step toward Nate and offer pointers – a cold hand reaching for the small of his back. And she’s rather short in comparison to him, but she tries to travel her hand up his spine. “Loosen up here, pretend you’re like a cat bathing in the sunlight.” A hum of a purr sent to him as she flits around the Ascended, slipping to stand before him with a sultry smile to reveal pearly whites.
“And keep that cocky smile, it looks good on you.” She winks, slipping back to her seat to continue watching.
But it burned in one.
