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Morgan’s hand remained just above her left hip, still warm from the passionate heat of their kiss. He was reserved, a gentleman even, his thumb only slightly brushing the exposed skin from her barely-there faerie outfit. Kiara hoped he didn’t move it, not unless he was doing so to touch her somewhere else. At the moment, that seemed unlikely as his breathing was ragged and his whole face had turned just about the same color as those “strawberries” she never got to try earlier.

[color=darkgray]“I’m glad you like it,”[/color] Morgan broke the post-kiss silence and explained what to do if she wished to keep the sculpture longer. Kiki just kept quiet, a rarity for the vivacious faerie, and studied his features. He was quite handsome with a strong chin and dark, mysterious eyes - eyes that kept nervously glancing at her right arm. [color=darkgray]“You make it really hard to think straight sometimes, you know?”[/color] he admitted before looking back into her eyes.

Kiara offered a gentle, feminine smile but the shift from pink to red in her eyes would betray her true intent. [color=red]“Well, I like to make it [i]hard[/i].”[/color] she bit her lip after making the double entendre. It was quite obvious that she wanted more than just that stolen kiss, but it was his turn to play in this game of cat and mouse. [color=red] “And there is really nothing to think about. I like you, Morgie, and more than just for--”[/color] she caught her whiskey-loosened tongue before it said too much. It would have been an honest slip, faeries can’t tell lies after all, as she really did want him as more than just her next meal ticket… but, perhaps admitting how she sustained herself this early on would be a bit [i]too[/i]  forward, even for her.

[color=red]“More than just for your pretty sculptures.”[/color] she said instead before leaning forward to gently put the flower on the coffee table next to her empty cup. Kiki snuggled back into the couch, content in the warmth that his proximity and the alcohol provided. Her ruby-hued eyes watching him with the hope that he might drop his reservations kiss her again, better yet, ask her back to his room… or hers… or any nearby closed off space.