Kira Talith
Kinetic Communication at its finest my Chick-e-dee
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
Another sputter of hot breath blew her blonde hair away from her face, only to flutter down as if in taunt. "Oh don't even! You heard me!" her fingers went fanning over his sides, her legs kicking in her continued squirming.
"We aren't-- gah!" the jolts of him walking down the stairs would make her bounce, the pert curve of her bum coming to display as she bent a bit forward to steady herself with his torso. A toss of her head would flip her hair against his cheek, but managed to settle over one shoulder instead of covering her face.
"I haven't finished packing!!!' she insisted again, her cries echoing down the hall as he came to the final step. Wide windows spanned this section of the house, allowing a wealth of natural light. It was one of the main features of the house that Kira absolutely enjoyed. The open spaces, the large windows. How it all worked together to let the salt of the ocean, the breeze of the sea, and the light of the Borleia's sun.
"The ship isn't even here yet!" a resounding smack bounced off the former false god's left buttcheek. A tiny little red hand print would smart Soliael's derriere.
Alas, such provocations rarely ever went unchecked.
Another sputter of hot breath blew her blonde hair away from her face, only to flutter down as if in taunt. "Oh don't even! You heard me!" her fingers went fanning over his sides, her legs kicking in her continued squirming.
"We aren't-- gah!" the jolts of him walking down the stairs would make her bounce, the pert curve of her bum coming to display as she bent a bit forward to steady herself with his torso. A toss of her head would flip her hair against his cheek, but managed to settle over one shoulder instead of covering her face.
"I haven't finished packing!!!' she insisted again, her cries echoing down the hall as he came to the final step. Wide windows spanned this section of the house, allowing a wealth of natural light. It was one of the main features of the house that Kira absolutely enjoyed. The open spaces, the large windows. How it all worked together to let the salt of the ocean, the breeze of the sea, and the light of the Borleia's sun.
"The ship isn't even here yet!" a resounding smack bounced off the former false god's left buttcheek. A tiny little red hand print would smart Soliael's derriere.
Alas, such provocations rarely ever went unchecked.