𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚏𝚎

Night Sky happily accepted that invitation, tongue slipping past Meryl's lips with an approving hum. Her free hand pressed to the ground beside her hip, body tilted forward as if trying to urge her onto her back. Listen, she knew Meryl said they should eat first - but no one said she couldn't be briefly distracted between courses.