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[contraltoflute]

[Someone's used all her wishes already.

It was worth it, though, and Obsession is evidence of that.

For the moment, she's resting (or something like it, anyway) in the lobby. Not asleep, but she's curled on one of the couches, just watching anyone that goes past. Now and then, though, she yawns, and when she does it bares several rows of sharp teeth as well as a long, thin tongue that coils around in midair before flicking back into her mouth.

...someone used her wishes interestingly.]

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[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Yes, that is exactly what Descole wants. So he's okay with this.]

Hmm, why don't you prove it, babe?

[He bites his bottom lip and pulls on her hands even more, pulling her even clooossseerr.]

[contraltoflute]

[Jeanne hums low in her throat, leaning in to press a bruising kiss to Descole's lips. She'll nip a little, too - carefully, though, given how many teeth are involved and how sharp they are.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole lets her and kisses back pulling her onto his lap, still sitting on the top of the couch. He moans into the kiss and touches her sides, caressing down her lower back.]

[contraltoflute]

[Arching forward, she deepens the kiss, tongue curling around his. She breaks it soon enough, though, pulling back and flashing him a smirk as she stands up from the sofa.]

Come now, double. You don't expect to get any more than that in the lobby, do you?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[After she pulls away he smirks at her words.]

Well....no one I care about is around to see...wait--

[He looks around again feigning worry. Then looks back at her with the same smirk.]

I don't care about any one.

[He takes her hips and forces her down onto the couch, pressing his lips to hers again, playfully.]

[contraltoflute]

[Snorting, Jeanne pulls back again, tugging at Descole's arm to urge him up as well.]

Well, I do, double. And besides, if Clive can manage to contain himself in the lobby I'm sure I can too.

Come on.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[He snickers and shakes his head, standing.]

Fine whatever love.

[Takes her hand and follows her to wherever she's going, leaving kisses on her neck.]