<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/0a098e1d9077844afcdb29fcbc1fee73/tumblr_o4cpqqq3lf1saikalo6_250.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Towler<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider - University Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Opportunistic <br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous<br/><strong>Date:</strong> Mid-Week (TBD)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Revelin Towler | Closed<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest AF</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">After all this time it didn’t surprise Autumn to know she had an <em>effect</em> on those she met. The combination of blue eyes, plump lips, and a devil-may-care attitude tended to win over most. And if they didn’t fall to her feet immediately…well, she’d learned to play all the games necessary to get what she wanted. (What she wanted almost always ended with people at her delicate feet and so it really all turned out the same.)<br/><br/>But. There still always came a delicious thrill when she could make one of her brothers do this. Bring Revie in all his highly masculine glory and Eros in all his tightly controlled magnificence to grasp for her with rough-gentle hands. It could leave her faintly breathless. Make her forget whatever game she’d been about to play for the sheer joy of the moment.<br/><br/>Just so now. Over a decade of dance practice came in handy as she allowed him to press her back toward a…oh, it appeared to be a pillar. Much more comfortable than bookshelves which tended to press in at awkward intervals. Relishing his crooked smile, she scratched at his nape gently with her fingertips. “Missed me, Revie?” she murmured. Part tease. Part desire to hear him say that he had missed her and these stolen moments.<br/><br/>In a distinctly trusting move, she lolled her head back into the support of his hand. The slender, pale column of her throat bared itself in a motion that many would read as submissive. “Where am I <em>coming</em>…exactly?” The brush of his breath across her ear caused an exquisite shiver to run down her spine.<br/><br/>“Ahhh…” Pouting her lower lip in a thoughtful way, she paused as much to give herself time to think as for dramatic effect. “I was going to say that cute little shopping district in downtown.” Give him an out. Always build in an out, just in case, so that refusal doesn’t have to mean failure. Thing she wishes she could turn off, sometimes, but not always. “But then I remembered you haven’t given me a tour of your bedroom here.”</span>