slowly presses lips to the bend of her neck 

an uncharacteristic warmth finds the color of her eyes - soft , her lips stationary with no hint of the ever northbound and crooked smirk at its ends. thin fingers find the protruding bone of his wrist and brush with an index before curving around in a gentle hold. she moves her slender frame close to his, not touching, but close and meets his gaze. voice is quiet , almost inaudible “yeah, why not?” 

           it’s as if she can’t help her instinctual reply, a scrunch of her nose - a pull back of her lip on one end before she edits.  “all the time”  her voice becomes cloying, the hint of laughter in its cadence. she flips back one of her braids with the back of her hand and takes a step in his direction , “you, me, a few dozen of our own-”    she scans his face as her index slips into the waistband of his pants, tugging him forward to collide hips , “sounds like a dream, doncha think?”  the corner of her lips inches upward, baring teeth , “why don’t we get started?”  | @essence-flux-primed

        a brow arched at the yordle, jinx’s hand perching on her waist as discerning eyes swept over her. whatever she was, she was small, compact and bursting with a familiar liveliness. as her twine was lifted into the air she brought up an arm as if to swat the smaller creature responsible, but instead looped a finger around her hair and pulled it back. a grin split her lips to mirror the other’s, though its look was sharp - toothy and wolfish. “why don’t i show instead of tell?”  her voice lilted as she bent at the back to bring her face closer to the other’s, the spark in her eyes much more obvious at this distance. danger lurked in the twitch at the corner of her lips, scent of ash already filling her nostrils. fishbones creaked its hinges, something about a bad idea, and she slapped against its snout to silence him before offering a  hand to the yordle, palm upwards , “c’mon squirt, let’s have some fun”   | @whimsicly