Happy New Year Smooches! ((Accepting!))
Given a week ago, perhaps there could have been a more obvious or open celebration. Another year alive, viewed from a precariously curious seperate opinion on her features. It is worth celebrating at points-
Perhaps it's also worth giving something often absent.
A staticky countdown on a radio, isolated sounds of celebration bearing on their ears. She can't quite pick up on a singular emotion on her company in momentary study. Still ruminating on dorky humor and bittersweet nostalgia, regarding endlessly moving fingers, always something to do.
As the seedy countdown tails off into cries of a happy new year somewhere that isn't riddled with strain, Fenix reaches forward idly to hook a finger under Leon's chin, ghosting lips over his, searching for a response that she seems to find.
Teeth catch his bottom lip in a graze of a nip, giving him plenty of time to change the direction she's offering before she swings her leg over his lap, nudging away his previous work.
Replacing a taste in his mouth with something uniquely hers, she doesn't quite lean back when she gives him a breadth of space, a faint rumble passing her throat.
"Happy New Year." It's a low purr, thumbs moving along the line of his jaw to rub loose circles beneath his ears, pausing in silent question, presenting a vague normalcy in their abnormal.