@perfectpearIs โโโ book lowered, glasses slipping down a nose that sniffs rather dramatically. Evidently, she doesnโt like it when the tables are turned.
โWhat, pray tell,โ she begins, shifting her body to entrap Claireโs waist with her own arm. โIs important enough to leave me waiting?โ
@perfectpearIs Every stiff joint immediately relaxes, a long arm sliding around Claireโs perfect waist.
โHello,โ she murmurs; voice low, mouth pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder.
@perfectpearIs โI simply do not surround myself with average people,โ is her cool reply, before she falls silent to tentatively taste the sauce.
Naturally, her eyes do not leave Claire. And rather pointedly, at that.
Because there is nothing average about Claire Beaumont.
โMh,โ a throaty ยป
@perfectpearIs ยซ playful, but simply โ making dinner.
And the only thing she has been flirting with is cayenne pepper.
Ah, well. An old girl can dream.
โMy tolerance for spice is higher than the average person,โ she reaches for the spoon, nevertheless. โJust so you know.โ
@perfectpearIs โโโโโ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐ณ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ.โ
Only, one glance up from her phone screen confirms that Claire is neither turned on nor ยป