She smiled and stood up from his bed, hips rolling with each step towards his chair. His tips had turned up in a small smirk as he watch her, shifting his legs into a more relaxed position. (Y/n) stepped in between his knees, leaning down to his height in the chair. Her hands lightly cupping his face, brushing strands of light hair out of his eyes. Her lips brushed over his, the slight burning sensation of firewhisky meeting his tastebuds as his teeth nipped at her lower lip until her lips parted and turned up in a smile.