[ one eye opens when he sits up and then closes again at his response, something reluctantly amused in her expression. he looks entirely too pleased with himself, but given that she's still buzzing from her orgasm, she supposes he's earned it. even if she won't admit as much out loud. ]
Who knew His Grace was a messy eater.
[ there's a flush on her cheeks that she hopes he'll assume is a result from coming as hard as she did and not from the sight of him licking her spend from his lips. when she opens her eyes again, she reaches up to brush some of that off the lower half of his face with her fingers, smoothing them carefully over his chin and jaw. some of that softness from earlier returns to her expression, made easier in the afterglow, and she finds herself once again thankful that he is the one here with her in this moment. ]
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Who knew His Grace was a messy eater.
[ there's a flush on her cheeks that she hopes he'll assume is a result from coming as hard as she did and not from the sight of him licking her spend from his lips. when she opens her eyes again, she reaches up to brush some of that off the lower half of his face with her fingers, smoothing them carefully over his chin and jaw. some of that softness from earlier returns to her expression, made easier in the afterglow, and she finds herself once again thankful that he is the one here with her in this moment. ]