[She stops to feign consideration. Very, very carefully.]
Hm...
[...And then picks her head up and goes for it, putting her arms around his neck and tiptoeing to kiss him, murmuring her denial just before they make contact.]
Nah.
[As fun as that is, she can do it on her own time. Having a piece of his time is more fun right now.
Gods, the people working there are gonna hate them. Oh well.]
[ Hythlodaeus chuckles briefly in amusement at the joke, winding an arm around Irhya's waist - in part to support her, what with the height difference. The other hand he rests on the back of her head, stroking through her hair playfully as he kisses back with a soft, satisfied hum. Well, at least the fitting room curtain saves the employees having to directly witness them making out, right? So it's legal. ]
[Not that a lack of privacy would stop her. Irhya spends a good, long time with his mouth until the need to breathe nags at her enough to back off, but even then, she's grinning like a minx. There is going to be trouble, and she's just glad he welcomes it.]
Well, since you're already in the correct state for it... I suppose it would be a shame not to take advantage, right?
[As for what "it" is, that becomes clear when her hands start gliding down his sides towards his loose pants, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his smalls. She gazes sweetly up at him, eyes rounded and sparkling, vying for permission.]
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Hm...
[...And then picks her head up and goes for it, putting her arms around his neck and tiptoeing to kiss him, murmuring her denial just before they make contact.]
Nah.
[As fun as that is, she can do it on her own time. Having a piece of his time is more fun right now.
Gods, the people working there are gonna hate them. Oh well.]
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Well, since you're already in the correct state for it... I suppose it would be a shame not to take advantage, right?
[As for what "it" is, that becomes clear when her hands start gliding down his sides towards his loose pants, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his smalls. She gazes sweetly up at him, eyes rounded and sparkling, vying for permission.]