ZEPH
you have a happy personality with a heavy soul
You make no move to stop her from undressing you, attention still neatly divided between the seal on the bottle and the skillful way her tongue wraps over yours, drawing out moans you didn't know you'd needed to let out. You're gasping again when she pulls away, grinning beneath hooded eyes and letting the shirt fall off your shoulders. "If this is th'kinda welcome I get, maybe I oughta," you tease back huskily, passing her the now-open bottle so you can finish removing your shirt. Except for the ghost shit, you think with a slight grimace. You could do without that.
Otherwise? A pretty perfect return home.
It's your turn to begin teasing off her clothing, turning her around so you can untie her dress and press it off her shoulders, your lips following your hands down her smooth skin. The garment falls as you kiss her neck, and you take the bottle back so she can finish undressing. Looking back over your shoulder, you glower playfully at the attic. "A'ite, ghosties- Ma an' me're gonna do some adult activities. You behave, huh?"
Otherwise? A pretty perfect return home.
It's your turn to begin teasing off her clothing, turning her around so you can untie her dress and press it off her shoulders, your lips following your hands down her smooth skin. The garment falls as you kiss her neck, and you take the bottle back so she can finish undressing. Looking back over your shoulder, you glower playfully at the attic. "A'ite, ghosties- Ma an' me're gonna do some adult activities. You behave, huh?"
sometimes, it gets weird
