Yseult's brows do some further angling at this answer, and the slant of her mouth shifts, a smile tugging at its corners at odds with the querying look she's otherwise adopting. She thumbs buttons open in quick succession, giving his shirt a freeing upwards tug to get at the last few. As precariously balanced as it might have been a moment ago, there's nothing that feels delicate about her mood now--her weight rests steadily across his hips, knees planted in the blanket beneath them, hands sure, the humor in her expression steady and intent obvious.
"You're very lucky, that even your worst dreams are so good."
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Yseult's brows do some further angling at this answer, and the slant of her mouth shifts, a smile tugging at its corners at odds with the querying look she's otherwise adopting. She thumbs buttons open in quick succession, giving his shirt a freeing upwards tug to get at the last few. As precariously balanced as it might have been a moment ago, there's nothing that feels delicate about her mood now--her weight rests steadily across his hips, knees planted in the blanket beneath them, hands sure, the humor in her expression steady and intent obvious.
"You're very lucky, that even your worst dreams are so good."