[ The smile becomes a small grin. She knows she's the toy, if not how much, and she's willing to play anyway. Her ankle swings before two free hands press flat on the edge of the pool to push herself off and into the water; arms stay above the surface for a moment, then sway underwater as a girl and her guest stand right in front of each other.
[ Deb bites down on her lip to temper her smile, wading back an inch or so in the water to accommodate Cellar into the water. She keeps her bottle close to her, feigning a demure look as the other woman lingers ever closer. ]
Then my next question is...does this kind bite? [ She asks through her smile. As easy as it is to give into the bit, she shuffles back a bit deeper into the pool to keep leading Cellar on. Her disadvantaged height drawing the water up a bit higher on her chest. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Cellar is looking down, shrugging lightly.]
Guess spiders can swim.
[ And she leans in for a kiss. ]
no subject
Then my next question is...does this kind bite? [ She asks through her smile. As easy as it is to give into the bit, she shuffles back a bit deeper into the pool to keep leading Cellar on. Her disadvantaged height drawing the water up a bit higher on her chest. ]