[ The soft edges of his smile go a long way towards soothing her ire until it fades away—she still keeps up the appearance of it, though, a small pout on her face as she follows the pull of his hand and looks up again. ]
You enjoyed that far too much.
[ What a shit, but there's a twinge of fondness there. Instinctively, her gaze drifts to his mouth, before she catches herself and pulls it back up to his eyes. Maybe it's the mistletoe, but she feels almost... spellbound, her nerves humming in anticipation. ]
There is no need—I am ready. [ Which says—probably a lot more than she'd intended. Here, she angles her head upwards, a coy shine to her eyes. Almost challenging. ]
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You enjoyed that far too much.
[ What a shit, but there's a twinge of fondness there. Instinctively, her gaze drifts to his mouth, before she catches herself and pulls it back up to his eyes. Maybe it's the mistletoe, but she feels almost... spellbound, her nerves humming in anticipation. ]
There is no need—I am ready. [ Which says—probably a lot more than she'd intended. Here, she angles her head upwards, a coy shine to her eyes. Almost challenging. ]
That is, if you are.