Rose croons under her breath before reaching with her free hand.
She doesn’t take the mug from Pearl’s hand, though. Instead, Rose cups her fingers along the tops of Pearl’s -- thumbpad petting skin, even -- and leans that last slim inch forward enough that she can tip the cup to her lips.
It’s a bit elaborate, sure. But it means Pearl’s knuckles are close enough to drop a warm, tea-damp kiss upon once she’s finished… and that Pearl’s unlikely to notice that Rose has begun stroking her bare thigh. (Just above the knee! Nothing indecent.)
“Thank you,” she purrs. “And thank you for not spilling, too.”
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She doesn’t take the mug from Pearl’s hand, though. Instead, Rose cups her fingers along the tops of Pearl’s -- thumbpad petting skin, even -- and leans that last slim inch forward enough that she can tip the cup to her lips.
It’s a bit elaborate, sure. But it means Pearl’s knuckles are close enough to drop a warm, tea-damp kiss upon once she’s finished… and that Pearl’s unlikely to notice that Rose has begun stroking her bare thigh. (Just above the knee! Nothing indecent.)
“Thank you,” she purrs. “And thank you for not spilling, too.”