[ Jaded to pretty words, that's the absolute opposite of what he has here with Juniper. She's swayed easily, a little too easily perhaps, so when she watches him it's with great interest, and a soft breath hitches in her throat when he touches her with the paint for the first time, a reaction she can't help even in spite of knowing the touch is coming.
The press of his tongue though, that's a little less expected. So it gets a better reaction out of her for that one, her back curving so she leans into it, closer to him, and a soft note of laughter escapes smiling lips. ]
But making mistakes is part of the fun, isn't it?
[ Not that she thinks he's made any sort of mistake. But he's given her something fun to play along with, and Juniper isn't the type to turn down the chance to make a little game of something she's enjoying. ]
There's nothing to forgive. You can always try again.
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The press of his tongue though, that's a little less expected. So it gets a better reaction out of her for that one, her back curving so she leans into it, closer to him, and a soft note of laughter escapes smiling lips. ]
But making mistakes is part of the fun, isn't it?
[ Not that she thinks he's made any sort of mistake. But he's given her something fun to play along with, and Juniper isn't the type to turn down the chance to make a little game of something she's enjoying. ]
There's nothing to forgive. You can always try again.