Cosette slipped out of her dress and combed her hair to get out all the snarls. She removed her makeup, preferring to go about it naturally. She slipped on some nice little dark red sleep shorts and a lacy tank top of the same color. Somehow, dressing simpler made her even prettier then she had been dressed
'to the nines.'Coming back out into the living room, she stopped, before letting out a warm laugh and resuming her walk back over to him.
"I hope your posing is the only thing you need to perfect." Cosette said, sitting down next to him on the couch while flames in the grate crackled and cast a warm glow about the otherwise light-less room. Bending her head and shucking her hair over one shoulder so it wouldn't get in his face, she kissed him, eventually lowering herself down to equal level with Diesel on the couch, one hand toying with the buttons of his shirt in a teasingly slow manner.
For a moment, she pulled her lips from his to study his face, her eyes boring into his. A smirk found its way onto the beautiful woman's mouth and she regained her momentum of earlier, pushing him back down on his back, her sweet mouth find purchase in a burning kiss on his neck.
---wolf whistle---
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