[ Lumen lets her hand linger briefly on Seneca’s back, wondering at the softness of her skin. The warmth. It’s nice, is all, and normally Lumen’s easy when it comes to flirting, mimicking the lines and the cadence of the trainees she grew up with at the academy. It’s just what people do, flirting with pretty strangers. You’re weird if you don’t.
Even so, she smiles at Seneca and feels almost—bashful? She’ll need to think about those words for a while, and the way her stomach and her tits alike go tight. It’s nice, Lumen thinks, though that word is small and what she feels might not be.
She smiles, though, and takes her hand back, clearing her throat. ]
Uh huh. Figure we pick a direction and just—go for it? See what we see.
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Even so, she smiles at Seneca and feels almost—bashful? She’ll need to think about those words for a while, and the way her stomach and her tits alike go tight. It’s nice, Lumen thinks, though that word is small and what she feels might not be.
She smiles, though, and takes her hand back, clearing her throat. ]
Uh huh. Figure we pick a direction and just—go for it? See what we see.