[There's no hiding the way Lup's mouth curls against Lucretia's at her failing words, how the woman who always had the right words for everything can't quite control her tongue beneath Lup's lips. It's amusing, but also just so totally hot.
Lup finds her own name whispered over and over at Lucretia's lips, like she has to call her name or the elf might disappear on her, like she'll wake up and none of this will be real, even months after their first kiss in this place. Reluctantly, Lup finally drags herself off of the other woman, hands still touching her body as she pulls backwards just far enough to catch her breath, lips bruised and wet. Her tongue drags over her mouth, licking her lips, while her gaze can't quite tear itself away.
And then she smiles, the corner of her mouth bunching to the right.]
Not that I don't love what you've done with your door, but do you wanna get cozy elsewhere? Maybe give me the tour?
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Lup finds her own name whispered over and over at Lucretia's lips, like she has to call her name or the elf might disappear on her, like she'll wake up and none of this will be real, even months after their first kiss in this place. Reluctantly, Lup finally drags herself off of the other woman, hands still touching her body as she pulls backwards just far enough to catch her breath, lips bruised and wet. Her tongue drags over her mouth, licking her lips, while her gaze can't quite tear itself away.
And then she smiles, the corner of her mouth bunching to the right.]
Not that I don't love what you've done with your door, but do you wanna get cozy elsewhere? Maybe give me the tour?