"Do I look like a woman who's allowed to go anywhere?" she asks, a gentle laugh on her lips. She'd seen men in far worse states than being sweaty mid-workout and had no interest in inflating someone's ego with flirtatious watching. "You don't have to cut it so short, Illya, I can wait on you. It's alright," Sinthia murmured.
She took off the jacket she'd come in with, baring her arms that were more muscular than people tended to expect, and laid it down as she rose onto her toes to kiss Illya's cheek, lips soft on skin.
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Date: 2016-03-02 05:38 am (UTC)She took off the jacket she'd come in with, baring her arms that were more muscular than people tended to expect, and laid it down as she rose onto her toes to kiss Illya's cheek, lips soft on skin.