[ She sets her jaw, awfully pleased with herself. It takes a few seconds before she puts a hand on each of August's knees, shifting within the confines of the tub to come close. Not the most comfortable position for her, but it's the flirting that counts.
(The hair on the back of her head is soaking wet. Her skin is flushed, shining where steam left its mark. If she happens to be a little pink — blame it on the Hell-Bath, or something.) ]
Mhm. [ Caressing his jawline, Cellar looks at his hair with a frown. ] As long as I get to have some of yours.
[ Is she cheesy enough to waggle her brows? Yes, yes she is. ]
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(The hair on the back of her head is soaking wet. Her skin is flushed, shining where steam left its mark. If she happens to be a little pink — blame it on the Hell-Bath, or something.) ]
Mhm. [ Caressing his jawline, Cellar looks at his hair with a frown. ] As long as I get to have some of yours.
[ Is she cheesy enough to waggle her brows? Yes, yes she is. ]