Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

9. Jawline kiss

        Somehow Iroh’s ended up reclined in her
        office chair, the heiress straddled in his lap
        with her work momentarily forgotten. She
        presses kisses to his face, tracing a path
        down the sharp angle of his jaw. Fingers coil
        in the dark strands of his hair. Between kisses,
        she says,

                            “—- Are you sure you have to leave?”