With her cheeky, sneaky little grin, Blue glanced up at Jason for a second before her eyes went back to looking over his body. "I'm inspecting to make sure you're not all full of hair," she informed him, like he should've known this. "But you're not. It's smooth, but you're not like prepubescent. Like me."
Moving again, Blus shifted up onto her knees, moving to stradle Jason's hips. Sitting comfortably on his man pieces, but seemingly unknowing to this fact, Blue's fingers continues running their lines down his stomach. "Maybe I should get my markers. I could draw on you, make pretty pictures and stuff. Like flowers, and grass, and the sun and stuff. And fluffy clouds!" She beamed down at him, blue eyes meeting his.