[ A smile curls on her lips, and she wants nothing more than to lead his hand to her lekku to let him feel how they're crossed in the universal signal of adoration. But the act is far too intimate for public, even if the street is deserted. Once they make it back towards home- their home, even if it isn't the Ghost- there will be more and more people milling about.
So she settles for gently cupping his face, holding the point of his chin, smirking up at him. ]
Perhaps we should. I think we're both a little rusty.
[ She kisses him again, and everything is right in the world. ]
FINALLY HAVE AN ICON FOR THIS
So she settles for gently cupping his face, holding the point of his chin, smirking up at him. ]
Perhaps we should. I think we're both a little rusty.
[ She kisses him again, and everything is right in the world. ]