almost tagged this with seven. whoops, wrong blonde.
[ it's freeing, not having to watch herself and keep her distance when things become too heated between them. and sookie happily gives into him, smiling against his lips as she pulls away. there's a cat-like fae-like smile on her face as she pads barefoot towards the bedroom, glancing over her shoulder to see if he's following. her hands wind around her back, pulling at the laces of the corset part of her costume as she walks, intentions clear. ]