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No, like this.

[ pushes him once more onto his back. so she can lay atop him, a little tiefling blanket. ]

[Well— oof. He now has Sprezzatura lain atop him. His arms wrap around her a second time, and the mess between their legs is not one that bothers him one bit.]

Oh, trying to keep me warm?

[little shiver again]

[ once it has cooled and dried, she will find herself quite vocal about it. right now, however, it's merely slick and thrilling and dripping slowly down, coating her hole and catching in the soft curls further between. right now, she's not even thinking about it. ]

Mmh.

[ ostensibly? she just wants to keep him close in a way that allows her to laze utterly, like this, draped down atop him. ]

[He was joking, of course. As though he needs to be kept warm when they're both radiating heat — he doesn't quite have the advantage of exposed skin cooling against the air circulating in the room to the same degree as her, either.

Just... keeping her in an embrace. Stay here.]

I'm glad we figured out a few shades for you.

[Of. Lipstick. Wild to think that's how this all started.]

[ the lengthy silence before she answers should be telling enough: she, too, forgot that this all started with lipstick. like, what is he even talking about? shades?

oh. ]

And so many left untested.