" Huh, oh, no, I didn’t mean it like that. You look 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 good in that. "
Too good. He didn’t like how much resistance it was taking to not look down into her temptatious cleavage.
" I was just thinking that we look kinda’ similar, that’s all. "
" You never fail to surprise me. "
Normally his eyes practice much more prudence in the face of one scantily clad—but this was Koga. There wasn’t much of the fox’s body he hadn’t 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 seen. Female form notwithstanding.
He joins her in the silken sheets, +
( Varka attempted to look at the documents—keyword attempted, but it didn’t bear much fruit. He still snuck glances. What does she eat to get them that big?? )
We can just ask the tailor in charge of the uniforms to make adjustments. Your comfort during duties is priority.
The corners of his lips tug into the softest smile, content with the soothing sensation Koga’s fingers brought to his scalp.
" I happen to have some free time today. Is there anything you’d like to do together? Resting here and doing nothing is an option too. "
( Unfortunately those eyes went nowhere. They stayed glued to her well endowed bosom, hefty mounds bouncing in a way that made him clench his fountain pen extra, extra hard. )
. . . Does it fit?
