continued from here. @mind-the-muses 's rob.
amelia knew she was being a bit of a troublemaker, taking pleasure in getting underneath the pack leader's skin whenever chance she could get. and this moment wasn't unlike the other times. she saw an opening and seized it immediately. she ensured to set her full weight on rob's lap, ignoring the delectable burn from the stretch because, well... he was a wide fellow in comparison to her petite frame. she held the straight razor in one hand and she cradled the left side of his face with the other, smoothing her thumb under his chin and eased his head back with a teasing grin gracing her lips.
lilac-red hues trailed over his face before starting its slow descent to his chin and neck, a look of amusement flashing across her countenance. she leaned in close with the blade in hand before easing the sharp edge against his skin, gliding across the contours of his beard, fixing the lopsidedness. " it seemed as though you had trimmed your beard with your eyes closed and drunk with how lopsided it is, darling. "
in short rob, it was pretty fucking bad.