[ he doesn't give her an immediate answer, instead just watching her work her way over to the bed, grinning at the way she kicks off her heels and gives a solid hop onto the mattress. with her coaxed invitation, he follows her over, sliding in to stand in front of her, long legs bumping against her knees as he bends down, led by her grasp at his shirt until their lips meet.
even still, he doesn't immediately move, lingering at her mouth for a bit longer, almost selfishly wanted to stay kissing her than to rush moving on to his original plan. but with another press of his lips to her, he hums to signal he'll show her as requested.
straightening himself again, he reaches over to where his bag had been tossed to the bed, snatching it easily before setting it down on her lap.
with a brief look at her, almost in preparation, he finally unzips the backpack, revealing the lined lights that cast a glow on the contents within: a variety of different packets, all with some kind of small bottled liquids or pills, others a little easier to distinguish by the rolled joints. at the bottom of the bag, tucked below the assortment of drugs, seems to be a futuristic kind of gun, along with a sheathed knife. ]
What do you think, Ms. Criminal? Not your kind of toys?
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even still, he doesn't immediately move, lingering at her mouth for a bit longer, almost selfishly wanted to stay kissing her than to rush moving on to his original plan. but with another press of his lips to her, he hums to signal he'll show her as requested.
straightening himself again, he reaches over to where his bag had been tossed to the bed, snatching it easily before setting it down on her lap.
with a brief look at her, almost in preparation, he finally unzips the backpack, revealing the lined lights that cast a glow on the contents within: a variety of different packets, all with some kind of small bottled liquids or pills, others a little easier to distinguish by the rolled joints. at the bottom of the bag, tucked below the assortment of drugs, seems to be a futuristic kind of gun, along with a sheathed knife. ]
What do you think, Ms. Criminal? Not your kind of toys?