[Just a soft, low chuckle against her ear as his eyes close briefly at that gentle touch of her wind and the kiss of her hair. He won't say anything until she throws, and when there's that pop!—]
Atta girl.
[A low rumble of his voice that only she can hear will be hear amidst the cheers, his lips just lightly brushing against her ear before she feels the warmth of levin buzzing over her hip where his hand rests.
no subject
Atta girl.
[A low rumble of his voice that only she can hear will be hear amidst the cheers, his lips just lightly brushing against her ear before she feels the warmth of levin buzzing over her hip where his hand rests.
Like a reward.]
Think you can handle from here?