"There now," she purred, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "That's a much better welcome, don't you think, Zae?"
"Yes, it is," he murmured, his voice a little rough. His eyes drifted from her captivating face downward, following the elegant line of her body as she lounged on the sofa. The silk of her dress had ridden up her thigh, revealing the delicate, black lace top of a thigh-high stocking held in place by a garter strap.
Marceline followed his gaze and her smile widened, full of amusement and invitation. "See something you like, Zae?" she whispered, shifting her leg just enough to give him a better view. "Honey, if you're going to stare that hard, you might as well touch."
