[ Honeyed words from a stranger don't usually resonate with her; they bounce off her, unable to get past her impervious persona. But for some reason these ones snag on something, taking her out of her euphoria for just a beat. Before she can bring it closer to examine it, she's pulled back into her body as the coolness from the marble reminds her of where she is. Whatever earnestness or genuineness had been in Lief's voice is surely just a trick of the fey wine.
What is easy to focus on is the blazing hot touch of Lief's fingers against her skin. There's a surprising deftness to them despite the obvious obstacle that is her golden ribcage. Its interlocking mechanisms along the back of the spine are invisible unless you knew where to press. It's not practical for a tryst in the maze - but then again, she hadn't exactly been planning for this to happen.
Without her sight she's acutely aware of every brush and scrape against her skin. She's at his mercy; every time she goes in to deepen the kiss he darts away, teasing her mercilessly making the heat rise to her cheeks. A groan of annoyance that is more growl of impatience pulls from her lips at his awful joke and how she can't seem to find any purchase on him. ]
Are awful jokes one of them?
[ Even that doesn't seem to have as much heat as she'd like with it because it leaves her body with a shudder as he makes his way down her throat. Her back arches into him as he continues to tug and play with her nipples and a soft moan escapes her lips. At the same time her hands tug at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons so her hands can roam the expanse of his chest. ]
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What is easy to focus on is the blazing hot touch of Lief's fingers against her skin. There's a surprising deftness to them despite the obvious obstacle that is her golden ribcage. Its interlocking mechanisms along the back of the spine are invisible unless you knew where to press. It's not practical for a tryst in the maze - but then again, she hadn't exactly been planning for this to happen.
Without her sight she's acutely aware of every brush and scrape against her skin. She's at his mercy; every time she goes in to deepen the kiss he darts away, teasing her mercilessly making the heat rise to her cheeks. A groan of annoyance that is more growl of impatience pulls from her lips at his awful joke and how she can't seem to find any purchase on him. ]
Are awful jokes one of them?
[ Even that doesn't seem to have as much heat as she'd like with it because it leaves her body with a shudder as he makes his way down her throat. Her back arches into him as he continues to tug and play with her nipples and a soft moan escapes her lips. At the same time her hands tug at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons so her hands can roam the expanse of his chest. ]