Kaile Vera
Whiskey Girl
[member="Asmus Janes"]
[SIZE=9pt]His breath was tickling the side of her face when he spoke. Honestly, the entire bed felt as if she was slowly being eaten by a sarlaac. It was too soft. Too big. Part of her didn’t know quite how to handle it. Not that it mattered, Asmus took to distracting as he was wont to do but with a mere affectionate graze of his hand and the whimsical tone of this voice. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Much like a child, the pilot drew close to Kaile, legs intertwining as he snuggled her close. Much like an affectionate Kathhound pup, the Wraith took to minor wiggling and scooting until Kaile’s chest was flush to his own, her head resting close enough for his breath to fan her hair. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]The question was laden heavy with fantasy. A touch of whimsy too. There in her mind the Lorrdian entertained the possibility for a moment, before her own free hand came up in turn. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Shuusshh[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]..” came her breathy coo, fingertips gently brushing down his face as if to coax him to sleep. Just a little bit. A little while. Forefinger went sliding up along his jawline and feeling the scruff. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]“Get some rest now.” she coaxed. Yet all the while her own body was fighting a measure of weariness. And holding him close was so darn nice. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]His breath was tickling the side of her face when he spoke. Honestly, the entire bed felt as if she was slowly being eaten by a sarlaac. It was too soft. Too big. Part of her didn’t know quite how to handle it. Not that it mattered, Asmus took to distracting as he was wont to do but with a mere affectionate graze of his hand and the whimsical tone of this voice. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Much like a child, the pilot drew close to Kaile, legs intertwining as he snuggled her close. Much like an affectionate Kathhound pup, the Wraith took to minor wiggling and scooting until Kaile’s chest was flush to his own, her head resting close enough for his breath to fan her hair. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]The question was laden heavy with fantasy. A touch of whimsy too. There in her mind the Lorrdian entertained the possibility for a moment, before her own free hand came up in turn. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Shuusshh[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]..” came her breathy coo, fingertips gently brushing down his face as if to coax him to sleep. Just a little bit. A little while. Forefinger went sliding up along his jawline and feeling the scruff. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]“Get some rest now.” she coaxed. Yet all the while her own body was fighting a measure of weariness. And holding him close was so darn nice. [/SIZE]