[He wants more. It can feel it, it can sense it; but they can't just jump headlong into it.
It pulls away, breathing hot against his lips as it speaks.]
... wait for me.
[One last little, brief kiss; and then it picks itself up off of him, and it steps out of the room, headed towards the kitchen. It doesn't bother redressing itself; no one's there.
It gazes over the objects on the counters, in the pantry; finally, its eyes land on the vegetable oil.
That'll do.
It grabs the bottle, and then returns to the room where Connor is waiting; it makes sure he can see as he steps closer, standing over him as it pours some of that oil into its palm.]
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It pulls away, breathing hot against his lips as it speaks.]
... wait for me.
[One last little, brief kiss; and then it picks itself up off of him, and it steps out of the room, headed towards the kitchen. It doesn't bother redressing itself; no one's there.
It gazes over the objects on the counters, in the pantry; finally, its eyes land on the vegetable oil.
That'll do.
It grabs the bottle, and then returns to the room where Connor is waiting; it makes sure he can see as he steps closer, standing over him as it pours some of that oil into its palm.]