There isn't much to do, after that. One hand lifts, cover her eyes as she lays there - her chest rising and falling in quick breaths. One leg still propped up on the edge of the bed, the other curving over the side of the bed. All that white material bunched up around her hips that. When she does sit up - the great wonder of her garments is to their practicality. A little tug, her hand smoothing over it to let it reach down again, and apart from where her hair as pulled free from her writing about, it would suffice to say nothing particular at all had happened.
Save that ache, pleasant. That little too full way her lips feel, her eyes are blown. That hum that turns all her limbs lanky-feeling, that she stretches herself out like she was no more than an overgrown cat.
"Wine? Or would you prefer me to return the favour first?"
"I'll be off, actually," Teren says, stepping away with a little pat to one of Lakshmi's legs, "got to keep watch." Her bearing isn't unfriendly, but nor is it especially tender-- the moment is over, and with it her presence. With little more than a nod of farewell, she takes her leave and closes the door behind her. Fuckwitch Out
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Date: 2018-11-30 04:42 am (UTC)Save that ache, pleasant. That little too full way her lips feel, her eyes are blown. That hum that turns all her limbs lanky-feeling, that she stretches herself out like she was no more than an overgrown cat.
"Wine? Or would you prefer me to return the favour first?"
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Date: 2018-11-30 07:23 pm (UTC)With little more than a nod of farewell, she takes her leave and closes the door behind her. Fuckwitch Out
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Date: 2018-12-02 11:50 pm (UTC)