He's noticed, there's something very specifically controlled about the way Romance smiles. Seductive smiles are just-so, devious ones need the right amount of teeth, and so on. He admits to not knowing enough about Romance to place why this specific smile is different, but it makes him feel... warm. Wanted, and not just in a physical sense.
Not that he was complaining about physical desire, far from it, considering he was committing the way Romance looked right now to memory. Flushed skin, messy hair, gorgeous smile...
Exquisite? That was new, Abby finding that he rather liked it.
His hand slid down from Romance's face, down his neck, and over his chest, tweaking a nipple with his slick thumb on the way by. The other hand pulled away with a last long stroke, both hands settling on Romance's thighs, teasing him with the sting of claws before sliding his hands back to cup his shapely ass.
Abby's not subtle when he tugs Romance closer, lifting his hips and positioning him more over Abby's lap.]
Mmn, think so? [He asks, bouncing his eyebrows suggestively.] Bet I feel exquisite, too.
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He's noticed, there's something very specifically controlled about the way Romance smiles. Seductive smiles are just-so, devious ones need the right amount of teeth, and so on. He admits to not knowing enough about Romance to place why this specific smile is different, but it makes him feel... warm. Wanted, and not just in a physical sense.
Not that he was complaining about physical desire, far from it, considering he was committing the way Romance looked right now to memory. Flushed skin, messy hair, gorgeous smile...
Exquisite? That was new, Abby finding that he rather liked it.
His hand slid down from Romance's face, down his neck, and over his chest, tweaking a nipple with his slick thumb on the way by. The other hand pulled away with a last long stroke, both hands settling on Romance's thighs, teasing him with the sting of claws before sliding his hands back to cup his shapely ass.
Abby's not subtle when he tugs Romance closer, lifting his hips and positioning him more over Abby's lap.]
Mmn, think so? [He asks, bouncing his eyebrows suggestively.] Bet I feel exquisite, too.
[He really thought he did something with that.]