daredevil-dormouse continuation of this
And there goes a roll of her eyes.
“Try to keep your eyes in your head, pinky.”
There was good reason for this latest nickname, for when she looked over at the cheeky mouse she could already see the pink show through on his cheeks that he got sometimes. And it was that bit of flush that gave her a thought on a way to keep the leering mouse quiet.
Setting the two 20 pound dumbbells on the floor, Charley grabbed her small towel she’d been using as a sweat rag and began to dab her face with a relieved sigh, then down her neck, and to her chest to rid herself of the glisten of sweat that had formed. Then she looked at her one mouse audience and gave him a coy mischievous smile, which she held as she slowly sauntered over to him. She stopped just a foot from his chair and stared him down with that coy smile of hers. Slowly bending at the waist, she moved til she was just an inch away from being nose to nose with her blatant admirer. She looked him over for a few moments before her smile curled wider.
“You know...” Her voice was a soft husky murmur.
Laying a single finger on the corner of the martian’s jaw, she began a slow languid trail along his jawline til she reached his chin. She tilted his head out of his hand to look her dead in the eye before gliding her finger up to the corner of his mouth. Then, with a deft flick of the wrist she scooped a glob of his beloved spicy mustard that had coated an entire ring around his mouth and lifted the finger back to her own mouth and said “Mustard stains are a real pain to get out of white.”
And with that she plopped the glob of condiment into her mouth and licked it with a satisfied hum before righting herself and sauntering back over to her work out station, quite pleased with herself.
“I’d go easy on grey poupon, if you wanna keep your precious face clean.”