[She returns that grin with one of her own, though there is some warning to it. Because that is his fault—
Hard-pressed to tear her eyes away from him, her gaze lingers, as do her lips along the underside of his jaw before it follows after his. She sends a ripple of her magic through, enough that it offers them a few seconds of light before it fades like the wind that the light rides on.]
An occupied guest room, from the looks of it. Some good friends, perhaps?
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Hard-pressed to tear her eyes away from him, her gaze lingers, as do her lips along the underside of his jaw before it follows after his. She sends a ripple of her magic through, enough that it offers them a few seconds of light before it fades like the wind that the light rides on.]
An occupied guest room, from the looks of it. Some good friends, perhaps?