[ It's not that it's—shameful, exactly, that makes her flush even deeper, but she's not really sure she's that much of a performer. She always wants to do well at what she's asked to do, but— ]
Of... of course.
[ She can't say no to that gaze. She trails a hand downward starting from her own collarbone over the path of the now vanished scratches and cuts, remembering the rawness of that sensation. Her teeth scrape lightly over her bottom lip, eyes fluttering half-closed, legs stretching out across the bed. ]
no subject
Of... of course.
[ She can't say no to that gaze. She trails a hand downward starting from her own collarbone over the path of the now vanished scratches and cuts, remembering the rawness of that sensation. Her teeth scrape lightly over her bottom lip, eyes fluttering half-closed, legs stretching out across the bed. ]