[There's an excited relief that comes with the hint of his scent and man it was so easy to inhale it greedily, feeding off of his excitement. A little hum sneaks out while she touches along his lower back, drifting up his spine, to his shoulders and pressing him as close as physically possible, almost obnoxiously so. She wants more of it, more of him, so her lips part and her tongue makes a little path against his bottom lip, more teasing than concerned about what is or isn't allowed.
... One day she'll tell him, in fact of the two she kind of wants to tell Mikado everything, because it's awful trying to shoulder the whole thing on her own. In a lot of ways she's doing a shitty job, and rather than throw a fit she's got actual, like, people around to help her. So she might as well take advantage of it, right?
Poor Mikado, he'll never get rid of her, or her cloying, needy scent.]
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... One day she'll tell him, in fact of the two she kind of wants to tell Mikado everything, because it's awful trying to shoulder the whole thing on her own. In a lot of ways she's doing a shitty job, and rather than throw a fit she's got actual, like, people around to help her. So she might as well take advantage of it, right?
Poor Mikado, he'll never get rid of her, or her cloying, needy scent.]