The kisses to her fingertips leave a purple blush on her cheeks as she leans against his chest more, curling up closer to Charles, humming as her expression softened. She adored this little moments, when it was just the two of them, with these little touches. "I've been trying to be good." She admits, placing her free hand on his chest.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β he moves into her, instinctively pressing to her touch on his chest and pulling her closer ( it does not quite seem brotherly, but itβs not wholly inappropriate, not yet, not with his hand where it is and hers the same ) but he does MOVE her, his grip surprisingly light as he maneuvers them nearer to the touch and charles pulls her WITHΒ him as he sits, letting her find a place of her own at his side with her his fingers moving more so near the that gently curve. raven looks good in blue. that much is true. Β Β Β βΒ your efforts are noted and appreciated, βΒ Β Β he admits, theΒ pleasureΒ in his voiceΒ just as easily taken as approval of her effortsΒ ββ what he really approves of is her malleability.
ic asks. ( always accepting. )( @thesescalesofblueΒ )β
