[ She returns to him, one hand smoothing up the barrel of his chest and over his shoulder, while the other hand-- the one that had fingertips dipped into the paint-- finds itself beneath his chin. Her fingers hook, guiding his face to her. Her breath flutters upon his lips as she speaks. ] What are you saying?
It's just paint, Noct. [ She's smiling even as she refrains from a proper kiss upon his lips, which is a battle for herself as much as she enjoys teasing him. Instead she angles his head to the side. ] It's not going to hurt you, [ Her finger with the paint drags lightly down his neck, trailing the glow of soft teal against his skin until the color stripes midway between his jaw and collarbone. "X" marks the spot. ]
I promise...
[ Her lips find that spot, plating a slow but firm kiss there. True to her word, the paint won't hurt. But the kiss might escalate to a discomfort proportionate to its pleasure, especially when she becomes a little more aggressive. ]
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It's just paint, Noct. [ She's smiling even as she refrains from a proper kiss upon his lips, which is a battle for herself as much as she enjoys teasing him. Instead she angles his head to the side. ] It's not going to hurt you, [ Her finger with the paint drags lightly down his neck, trailing the glow of soft teal against his skin until the color stripes midway between his jaw and collarbone. "X" marks the spot. ]
I promise...
[ Her lips find that spot, plating a slow but firm kiss there. True to her word, the paint won't hurt. But the kiss might escalate to a discomfort proportionate to its pleasure, especially when she becomes a little more aggressive. ]