[ Her head turns to glance over him, at the mess she's made glistening along his chin and cheeks, at the quick rise and fall of his chest. When he laughs, she bursts into something that sounds dangerously close to a giggle, using what little energy she has left to shift in closer to him. ]
Oh, you pleased, alright. [ She chuckles, reaching out to wipe a thumb along the line of his jaw. ] I think I might have smothered you a little.
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Oh, you pleased, alright. [ She chuckles, reaching out to wipe a thumb along the line of his jaw. ] I think I might have smothered you a little.