Cerulean Cape fingers in your mouth

i'm from down the coast, she replies before he tells her that he is (maybe) a bodyguard, that he's accompanied his commander down after a war -- how intriguing! if she had a type it was older, worldly, and driven.  ver.. verc... versh... well, whatever. this guy ticked all the boxes. her brows raise in surprise as she piques visibly, drawing herself closer.  you must tell me more, sir, she croons, craning her neck and batting her lashes, then perhaps ... she trails, leaving behind a subtle, unspoken implication of his (possible) "reward" with the way she moves her body -- the slight tip ofiher chin, the way her lower lids crease. i'll tell you more about me.