They should stop. Cissnei does not really want to in particular, but they should. She can tell it is there in his voice, as much as she would like to pretend not to hear it.
Her eyes fall closed as his hand slides up her back, taking the moment in. A moment later, at his question, Cissnei moves to push herself up, hair sliding over her shoulders. "Work... But aren't I always?"
She gives him a smirk of a smile, a way out in a non-answer. The woman's hands brush over Zack's chest before she moves to the side of the bed, looking for her clothes.
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Date: 2014-07-16 03:57 am (UTC)Her eyes fall closed as his hand slides up her back, taking the moment in. A moment later, at his question, Cissnei moves to push herself up, hair sliding over her shoulders. "Work... But aren't I always?"
She gives him a smirk of a smile, a way out in a non-answer. The woman's hands brush over Zack's chest before she moves to the side of the bed, looking for her clothes.