He says that, then doesn't say something else, then fidgets. Her eyes trail over him - beautiful, a body she desires and a body she can trust because she can see mapped in front of her every step he's taken in his life - and she tilts her head to consider.
"Tell me what you're thinking?" she bids him as she comes around in front again. "You can say no."
The sound of laces being pulled - the soft thump of boots hitting the floor somewhere out of the way.
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Date: 2024-12-09 08:46 pm (UTC)"Tell me what you're thinking?" she bids him as she comes around in front again. "You can say no."
The sound of laces being pulled - the soft thump of boots hitting the floor somewhere out of the way.