Re: Indemnity
Reverie landed on the bed with all the grace of a puppy that had the wind knocked out of it. Oof! This was all despite her best cat impression (clinging to Lochlan's back, neck, shoulders and hair after sensing him shifting his weight to throw her).
"Technically," she began a counterpoint, "those are-" being shed. His clothes were being shed. Their cousins' clothes were being shed. "Fnh," she said, smartly. Her dark eyes were wandering purposefully away from Bard's face (obviously), and her eyes snapped shut at the same time as the elastic slapped his hip. Blink, blink.
Gael was grinning, suddenly. She'd been drawn nearer and only put up enough fight to uphold their theatrics. "Ye know those are where I draw the line," she lied, in an attempt to insult him. But she did have to tie the waist in a knot to keep them up when she was borrowing a pair. Today, her shorts were smaller than his, so she was wearing her own garments... "Do ye need to make some trades?" she posed the idea.
Her gaze found his stupid, lovely, blue eyes and thought fifteen poetic things about them before finally moving into action. Gael rose up until she could almost touch her nose to Lochlan's. Her lips brushed against his, being that they both had ample pairs. "I can trade kisses instead of clothes," she offered, breathing lightly out through her mouth. She offered a kiss and her lip balm slicked the surfaces of both their lips. It was strawberry. Her hands had moved to the back of the blond's neck in her attempts to hold herself up to him.