Still slightly sulky, Edy had surprisingly little to say. Instead, she merely moved to drape herself languidly across Ezra 's shoulders, her long fingers plucking at an errant string on whatever the fuck strange fashion choice he'd decided to wear, as her other hand slunk down his chest.
"So much fabric." She whispered in his ear, her shit-eating grin colouring her words boldly. Making clothing disintegrate was no more than a parlour trick really, but it was one that Edy oh-so enjoyed.
"So much fabric." She whispered in his ear, her shit-eating grin colouring her words boldly. Making clothing disintegrate was no more than a parlour trick really, but it was one that Edy oh-so enjoyed.
you and me been catching on like a wildfire
