[The grip on his shoulders eases. Her arms slowly but surely slip off of him, and so does she. Back at eye-level, her lips gather themselves into a smirk, and she lets out a noise that could almost be called a chuckle. Ember is usually all about foreplay, but something about this gets to her. She can't put her finger on it right now, but it's why her next words almost come out as an order.]
You should probably get back on the bed, dipstick.
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[The grip on his shoulders eases. Her arms slowly but surely slip off of him, and so does she. Back at eye-level, her lips gather themselves into a smirk, and she lets out a noise that could almost be called a chuckle. Ember is usually all about foreplay, but something about this gets to her. She can't put her finger on it right now, but it's why her next words almost come out as an order.]
You should probably get back on the bed, dipstick.