Poe kept doodling over the fabric in her lap while Prissy shifted at her side. It was a bit hard to keep her focus, what with all of that lovely skin brushing about next her, then that sexy morning voice breathing over the tender flesh of her ear. A shiver ran down her spine when Prissy's teeth grazed her shoulder and she let her hands stop moving, the marker pausing over a particularly difficult curve in her pattern. She would love to be doodling all over Prissy's bare skin and knew that Prissy had quite a few tattoos already... she wondered what the chances of her wanting another one were. Turning her head to the side, Poe caught Prissy's lower lip between her teeth and lightly bit down before pressing mouth to mouth.
"Buenos Dias, mija. I'm just doodling really... La Reina mentioned the fact that I should come with a warning sign last night... and I thought I'd act on my impulse to make a shirt out of it before we go see Jax and his dogs this afternoon... That ought to put a lovely grimace on his face. And that little bitch Sumi ought to be beautifully insulted by th vulgarity of it, don't you think?" She turned and finished the final curve in her design, then pulled a needle from her sewing kit, intending to shred and sew the shirt into something a bit more... risque than it was now. All the while she wished she could use the needle to mark Prissy with some work of art, as fun as making t-shirts was.