(To fluster :P) Sylvie’s fingers drift as she presses him up against the nearest wall, caressing up over his collar, his throat, a singular fingertip following the line of his jaw. Her smile is unusually soft, laced with a faint predator’s edge, and when she leans close, her lips press to the corner of his and linger. She makes a point to rest her other hand on his hip, untucking his shirt so she can feel the sliver of skin just underneath its hem, as if itching to reach under his waistband. The tip of her tongue lazily traces his lower lip and finds their seam to barely dip into his mouth, but it’s all too brief, and she parts tenderly from him. It’s just enough distance to look him in the eyes, her own flashing a brilliant ruby red, teasing at their other form.
“Bare mitt.”
@intheformofstars
Fluster my muse
Breath finds its way back into his lungs after the sum of all her teasing. He's beyond curious at what she might look like in her jotun form, never mind the unspoken desires.
"Egentlig?"
