[ Beleth steps into the room, glancing around with a raised eyebrow. She doesn't seem to disapprove of the changes, but they certainly make it a...unique room. She's still looking around with a curious expression, as she takes the door and firmly shuts it. The next part would be the hardest, and Beleth has learned that when she's teetering on something, the best thing to do is just leap and hope that the landing is survivable.
So she stops dancing around the subject at hand, and grabs Twisted Fate by the lapels, and pulls him to her. It is markedly easier to do this when the man in question is actually your height. Stupid tall humans. Her kiss has no gentleness to it, all hardness and hunger. She pulls away (or more accurately, pushes Twisted Fate away) for a moment, to glare at him, all saccharine sweetness gone. ]
You're a damned ass, just so you know.
[ It's with those sweet nothings whispered in his ear that she kisses him again, hands moving to grip his shoulders. Although, Twisted Fate can tell that she's careful to not be actually forceful--her grip isn't gentle but it'd be easier to disentangle himself, if he felt so inclined. ]
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So she stops dancing around the subject at hand, and grabs Twisted Fate by the lapels, and pulls him to her. It is markedly easier to do this when the man in question is actually your height. Stupid tall humans. Her kiss has no gentleness to it, all hardness and hunger. She pulls away (or more accurately, pushes Twisted Fate away) for a moment, to glare at him, all saccharine sweetness gone. ]
You're a damned ass, just so you know.
[ It's with those sweet nothings whispered in his ear that she kisses him again, hands moving to grip his shoulders. Although, Twisted Fate can tell that she's careful to not be actually forceful--her grip isn't gentle but it'd be easier to disentangle himself, if he felt so inclined. ]