[Shaw, too, clearly knows what she's doing; even though it's been a while for her (being held in captivity by one's enemies for nearly a year really puts a damper on things), there's still an easy confidence to the way she moves. While the fingers of one hand keep their grip on Cid's collar, she feels free to let the other hand roam, enjoying the feeling of his muscles as she trails her hand across his shoulders and down his back. She also spends the time inching closer and closer to the edge of her stool - it's lucky she has good balance, or she'd be at risk of tipping off of it.
She doesn't look away when he pulls back, her eyes dark with interest.]
You got a place around here?
[She murmurs, not backing up more than a few inches.]
no subject
She doesn't look away when he pulls back, her eyes dark with interest.]
You got a place around here?
[She murmurs, not backing up more than a few inches.]