To her credit, Rose doesn't laugh. She grins -- she tugs the side of it with her corner teeth. But her voice is leather-warm and level as wax when she shifts, and leans to press another kiss to Pearl's shoulder. The skin there feels tacky: candied with fever.
Her hand follows further past Pearl's clasped wrist, along the dip of her back. And keeps moving. "Lovely, oh." Her touch settles over the tidy curve of rear, and for a moment she simply strokes the skin there. "Why else would I bring you in here?"
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To her credit, Rose doesn't laugh. She grins -- she tugs the side of it with her corner teeth. But her voice is leather-warm and level as wax when she shifts, and leans to press another kiss to Pearl's shoulder. The skin there feels tacky: candied with fever.
Her hand follows further past Pearl's clasped wrist, along the dip of her back. And keeps moving. "Lovely, oh." Her touch settles over the tidy curve of rear, and for a moment she simply strokes the skin there. "Why else would I bring you in here?"
And -- fingers spread like a trap -- squeezes.