Misa doesn't understand the warning until it is all but useless; what he was trying to say clicks into place as he climaxes in her mouth and she is swallowing, swallowing, swallowing. The moment seems to stretch on forever. Then she is abruptly pulling back, sucking in a quick breath, coughing, panting for air. Her eyes land on his knee and stay focused there as she regains her breath, absently wiping their mingled fluids from her lips and chin with the back of one hand. It comes back tinged slightly red; her lipstick is everywhere but her lips.
It feels like she should say something. Nothing comes to mind. Misa chances a peek up at Lazarus, staying on the ground by his feet.
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Date: 2015-08-27 02:59 am (UTC)It feels like she should say something. Nothing comes to mind. Misa chances a peek up at Lazarus, staying on the ground by his feet.