HOTARU
The whisper of warmth from his fingertips dancing across her wrist is distracting, but not so much that she can't see the gears turning behind his eyes. And though he's undeniably attractive, that is what matters most to her. "Perhaps an initial meeting with some of the other Ascended, attending this forum Wessex is holding, and then if all goes well we can ask another Ascended to request a private meeting with her?" She could at least Rexanna to take along her request, even if it may be denied.
It's easy to fall back into her pattern of teasing, though she also does it to keep the rest of the alcohol in the glass away from his own lips. She knows how it can dull the pain temporarily, but knows just as well how quickly it returns no matter how much you drink. But she'd prefer not to consider that, to believe that it's solely because the way he grins and leans into her is enticing. As he leans closer, noses nearly touching, she glances up through her lashes at him with a coy smile. The hand that tucks away her hair makes her tilt towards it, subtle but unapologetic. Brushes the tip of her nose against his and is startled into a sincere laugh at his joking. "I wouldn't say that's the end of this desk's potential," she purrs. Though her eyes are warm with amusement, unable to fully pull on the veil that she is unaffected and in control. He's funny, and she admittedly enjoys that. "I did promise I'd have you on your knees for me, didn't I?" Smirking, she hooks her ankle at the back of his knee and pulls hard, hoping to collapse that leg and have him stumble or drop lower. "Height's no problem in that scenario." But she lets him back away nonetheless, shifting her weight on the table herself to better perch there.
It's easy to fall back into her pattern of teasing, though she also does it to keep the rest of the alcohol in the glass away from his own lips. She knows how it can dull the pain temporarily, but knows just as well how quickly it returns no matter how much you drink. But she'd prefer not to consider that, to believe that it's solely because the way he grins and leans into her is enticing. As he leans closer, noses nearly touching, she glances up through her lashes at him with a coy smile. The hand that tucks away her hair makes her tilt towards it, subtle but unapologetic. Brushes the tip of her nose against his and is startled into a sincere laugh at his joking. "I wouldn't say that's the end of this desk's potential," she purrs. Though her eyes are warm with amusement, unable to fully pull on the veil that she is unaffected and in control. He's funny, and she admittedly enjoys that. "I did promise I'd have you on your knees for me, didn't I?" Smirking, she hooks her ankle at the back of his knee and pulls hard, hoping to collapse that leg and have him stumble or drop lower. "Height's no problem in that scenario." But she lets him back away nonetheless, shifting her weight on the table herself to better perch there.
please do me a favor and shut up
I wear heels bigger than your d*ck
