[One day in the not too distant future, Naomi will get him into those fuzzy slippers. Just you wait, Javert.
With her usual feminine grace, Naomi Hunter slips from their shared bed onto her tiny feet, picking up the very familiar pair of aviator shades on the bedside table. From there it only takes a few quick steps to completely close the distance between the couple in their small room.
Smiling even more coyly than before, she stretches upwards against him, sliping the metal frames into place carefully behind his ears and onto the bridge of his nose, delicate hands lingering on his hairy (but always so tidy!) cheeks. And with that, she gives him a brief kiss to the lips.]
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With her usual feminine grace, Naomi Hunter slips from their shared bed onto her tiny feet, picking up the very familiar pair of aviator shades on the bedside table. From there it only takes a few quick steps to completely close the distance between the couple in their small room.
Smiling even more coyly than before, she stretches upwards against him, sliping the metal frames into place carefully behind his ears and onto the bridge of his nose, delicate hands lingering on his hairy (but always so tidy!) cheeks. And with that, she gives him a brief kiss to the lips.]
Perfect.
[Naomi can be sweet on occasion.]