[ now credence raises both perfect eyebrows slightly, but does as instructed. possibly not as graves had intended as he slides across, legs together and dangling off one side of his lap. he's smiling slightly, looking at him with one arm hooked around his shoulders. ] Like this? [ the faintest of easy little sighs. ] Or did you have something else in mind?
[ no, not as intended, but it will do -- one thing he loves about credence is how he surprises him; the things he does that delight and exhilarate and intoxicate, and this is one of them. he is stunning like this, sultry and confident, and graves' hand rests on his thigh, moving upwards lazily to slip under that tight skirt.
warm, gentle, he leans forward to nose at the graceful line of his throat. ]
I love it when you surprise me. [ he drawls, lips moving down to his collarbone, gently edging the strap of his dress off a shoulder to press kisses there as well. ] But I have one thing in mind: dessert.
Why, Mister Graves. [ he's smiling still, nails scraping along his nape as he stretches out his neck for more of that treatment - but he clicks his tongue slightly and casually grasps the wrist of the hand slipping under his skirt so that he can pull it away - even if he's leaning into the light kisses. ]
What kind of girl would I be if I let you sneak dessert before you had dinner?
[ there's something sharp in his eyes though, like he has something planned. ] Now, if you had an appetizer in mind...
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[ now credence raises both perfect eyebrows slightly, but does as instructed. possibly not as graves had intended as he slides across, legs together and dangling off one side of his lap. he's smiling slightly, looking at him with one arm hooked around his shoulders. ] Like this? [ the faintest of easy little sighs. ] Or did you have something else in mind?
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warm, gentle, he leans forward to nose at the graceful line of his throat. ]
I love it when you surprise me. [ he drawls, lips moving down to his collarbone, gently edging the strap of his dress off a shoulder to press kisses there as well. ] But I have one thing in mind: dessert.
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What kind of girl would I be if I let you sneak dessert before you had dinner?
[ there's something sharp in his eyes though, like he has something planned. ] Now, if you had an appetizer in mind...