[ It's not so much his physique she cares about as her eyes lock on his neck and start softly glowing. She takes the last step toward him, resting her hands on his shoulders and then sliding them down his arms to tug his arms around her, placing his hands where her corset laces are tied as a clear message: get to work. ]
[ With his hands where she wants them, one of her arms drapes over his shoulder. With her other, she fingertip-traces the scars on his neck again. Before, the feeling this act evoked was care and concern; this time it's admiring and possessive. ]
Anywhere you don't want me biting, [ her smile quirks up ] other than the obvious?
Re: Day 460, evening
[ With his hands where she wants them, one of her arms drapes over his shoulder. With her other, she fingertip-traces the scars on his neck again. Before, the feeling this act evoked was care and concern; this time it's admiring and possessive. ]
Anywhere you don't want me biting, [ her smile quirks up ] other than the obvious?