OpticPeach
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Yona's pale cheeks flushed, eyes going round at being caught. The startled expression quickly shifted to one of mischievous challenge, interrupted only briefly when she was dipped. Just as before, she felt a childish thrill at the motion, followed quickly by the very adult effect that having a strong man holding her so securely and easily brought on.
Leander made no secret of appreciating her low cut dress and crystals, but Yona refused to comment once they were upright again, and only smirked at him with all the cocky assurance of a woman who knew she looked good. She felt powerful, to have denied him more gratification but to still have him looking at her like that. To have him holding back, just because she'd told him to.
In reward, she traced her hand down to his, lifting it to her face with his Geian marking facing her, so she could follow the shape of it with her mouth in a series of slow, pointed kisses. "Charming, and very nice to look at too. I can't believe I was lucky enough to just stumble up on you." Yona laughed, then looped both of her arms around his neck to draw him down and closer, stealing a kiss. "Watch out, Leander - if you spoil me too much I might have to try to find you the next time I'm here." IF they ever made it back from their ill-fated trip to Zena, that is.
