[Bel's sharp laugh was swallowed between them, and softens into a noise of hungry encouragement. Their hands slide over Miles and... making a little sound of frustration as reach, again, becomes an issue, only breaks for a moment to pull Miles down with them to kneel on the sand, evening the playing field, before returning to what could easily be mistaken for an earnest attempt to devour him whole.
All of their reservations, careful arguments against it are nothing right now. Miles knows what he's doing and lord knows he's got more than enough ability to say no.
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All of their reservations, careful arguments against it are nothing right now. Miles knows what he's doing and lord knows he's got more than enough ability to say no.
No, Bel has NEVER been one not to leap forward.]