[ truthfully, despite the know-all air mona puts on, she still does get embarrassed. that can be said now, her head moving somewhat to the side to allow ishmael closer proximity to the slender curve of her neck. she's anticipating the other woman's touch so intently that she accidentally shivers from the brush of her own hair.
her eyes briefly close as ishmael leans in, and then... soft lips. they're felt for only a moment before they're quickly joined by enamel, a firm, slightly slick bite taking place.
mona's brows furrow, but she endures it. this is fine. ignore the blush. ]
...I suppose I will be reminded of you in the morning.
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her eyes briefly close as ishmael leans in, and then... soft lips. they're felt for only a moment before they're quickly joined by enamel, a firm, slightly slick bite taking place.
mona's brows furrow, but she endures it. this is fine. ignore the blush. ]
...I suppose I will be reminded of you in the morning.
[ her attempt at a little joke. ]