devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
Eloise rolled her eyes with playful annoyance as he leaned down to again capture her nipple, as if he were some starving babe. "Gods, you never could take a hint." She laughed, pressing herself forwards to sit him up again, even if that meant him tugging her nipple along with him.
Sitting up now, the illusionist would easily toss one leg astride the cook, with the other hooking easily around him. Her legs might not be terribly long, but she was terribly flexible. Perched in his lap as she was, he was still almost a full head taller than she, and so it was up into his eyes she looked as his hands teased the placement of her underwear. She had made sure that her hips fell on his thighs and not on his groin, and the smirk tugging at the corner of one side of her mouth said that this hadn't been accidental.
Sitting up now, the illusionist would easily toss one leg astride the cook, with the other hooking easily around him. Her legs might not be terribly long, but she was terribly flexible. Perched in his lap as she was, he was still almost a full head taller than she, and so it was up into his eyes she looked as his hands teased the placement of her underwear. She had made sure that her hips fell on his thighs and not on his groin, and the smirk tugging at the corner of one side of her mouth said that this hadn't been accidental.
what doesn't kill me makes me want you more
