#controlledhues

" Ah… how straightforward. " A couple of fingers reach his jaw, caressing across until they meet his hairline — immediately interweaving with his red strands. She has pure beauty in her fingertips, definitely too much for her to handle all at once. Yet she tries. Crimson lips finally remain right under Lance's jawline — Melinoë stopping until only her breath can touch his skin. " Prove yourself to be deserving of my teasing, then. "

Lance tilts his head into her hand, humming low in consideration at the demand. "Tall order," he murmurs after a moment, mouth curling up in an amused smirk. "Especially when you're so skittish."

He drops a hand on her hip, tapping lightly.