"Any particular reason you took your pants off?"
duh. small frame stretches, and a low whine is sighed between pouting lips. she fancies herself herself catlike in this moment, even goes so far as to curl up with her head on the woman’s lap. indeed, she had divested herself of pesky denim not two minutes earlier, and now she revels in the feel of cool air against heated skin. roses blossom on dimpled cheeks, and were she not nursing her third one might say it was owed to a lack of modesty.
beat, and she lets out a drowsy hum. already, exhaustion has seeped into her bones, making eyelids heavy and her voice low. this, however, does not keep her from voicing one final complaint. princess shifts, forehead pressing nearer to zara’s hip in search of a cooler patch of fabric.
“ you’re also too hot. stop it. ”