DELPHINE
I am a day dreamer,
and a night thinker.
Delphine had grown to like Halo, though not enough to be entirely okay with being there all the time. But... selfish or not, she didn't want to let Noah go just so she could live somewhere warmer. And she doubted he'd leave his home for her; she felt guilty just thinking about asking him too, anyway. So, Halo it was.
But Poe, as he purred on her shoulder, rubbing against her cheek... made her wonder just how the little bird would adapt. He preferred warmth as she did. But... now was not the time to worry. "I think he missed me too." She mused, smirking at the reaction the dress got from Noah.
"Hm... You think?" She moved to stand in front of him, "You're saying you'd not enjoy... such an exquisite view when you come home from work?" She raised a brow. The dress was thin, and sheer, he'd certainly get a view if she removed the slip that was built into it, especially when she was cold. "You'd be able to..." She leaned on her toes, pulling herself close, to whisper in his ear, a lewd description of what he could expect to see of her in this dress. Of things, she'd do to him in the dress. She was descriptive, the hand that gripped the dress was on his shoulder, but her other hand had tangled into his hair. She'd told him once, to never cut his hair. She certainly meant it.
And when she was certain his face was as red as it could possibly be, she stepped back and flashed him a playful smirk. "Verdict? Yes to the dress?"
But Poe, as he purred on her shoulder, rubbing against her cheek... made her wonder just how the little bird would adapt. He preferred warmth as she did. But... now was not the time to worry. "I think he missed me too." She mused, smirking at the reaction the dress got from Noah.
"Hm... You think?" She moved to stand in front of him, "You're saying you'd not enjoy... such an exquisite view when you come home from work?" She raised a brow. The dress was thin, and sheer, he'd certainly get a view if she removed the slip that was built into it, especially when she was cold. "You'd be able to..." She leaned on her toes, pulling herself close, to whisper in his ear, a lewd description of what he could expect to see of her in this dress. Of things, she'd do to him in the dress. She was descriptive, the hand that gripped the dress was on his shoulder, but her other hand had tangled into his hair. She'd told him once, to never cut his hair. She certainly meant it.
And when she was certain his face was as red as it could possibly be, she stepped back and flashed him a playful smirk. "Verdict? Yes to the dress?"
