A huff leaves her, but she follows his direction. Collapsing on the couch when directed to and letting her head tilt back to settle on the armrest. She swore she'd burst into flames at any second. the tensions between her legs getting harder and harder to ignore.
She was determined to try though, that was for certain.
He hurries off and back again in record time. A bucket of water from the laundry room and damp cloth easy enough for the captain to acquire. A shuttering sigh leaving the succubus as he places it on her forehead. Her hand grabbing his wrist keeping his hand close to her face so she can, once again, press her face into it.
|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Mm... No you-- you can stay... ❞
She inhales sharply, and try as she might to will herself to pull her face away from his palm... she can't.
|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I might need your help with... something. You don't have to agree, you can leave if you choose. ❞