[They're going to have to get up sooner or later, but not just yet. His fingers work through her hair (carefully! god forbid he musses up her style) as he tips his head down, bumping their noses together.]
Is it treason if I tell you that you snore a little?
—Eh? Haven't you heard the saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all?"
[ she puffs up her cheeks in an admonishing pout. she may be a queen, but having been summoned as a young girl, she feels all right being silly and just a bit selfish. ]
[He mutters out the words as he turns, throwing his arms over her, pulling her in close and sticking his cold nose against the back of her neck. His lips drag against soft, heated skin, the words murmured as he kisses her.]
--you're a queen, mon chou. And anything you do is becoming.
[He tightens his grip on her, his mouth dragging up. Nipping the shell of her ear, he adds softly:]
[ she lets out a breathy sigh as he trails his mouth along her skin. despite his strength, his touch is so very gentle with her in his arms, and she grabs at one of his hands in order to entwine her fingers around his. ]
Are you trying to tease me or flatter me? I can't tell anymore.
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[They're going to have to get up sooner or later, but not just yet. His fingers work through her hair (carefully! god forbid he musses up her style) as he tips his head down, bumping their noses together.]
Is it treason if I tell you that you snore a little?
yea i bought a paid just for this
[ she puffs up her cheeks in an admonishing pout. she may be a queen, but having been summoned as a young girl, she feels all right being silly and just a bit selfish. ]
Same?? Same
Worth it to see you make that face. Besides, who says it was an insult!
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[ she turns her nose up at him, but it's all just for show. the flash of a subtle, cheeky wink as she shimmies and turns should tip him off. ]
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[He mutters out the words as he turns, throwing his arms over her, pulling her in close and sticking his cold nose against the back of her neck. His lips drag against soft, heated skin, the words murmured as he kisses her.]
--you're a queen, mon chou. And anything you do is becoming.
[He tightens his grip on her, his mouth dragging up. Nipping the shell of her ear, he adds softly:]
Isn't that right?
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Are you trying to tease me or flatter me? I can't tell anymore.