[she missed his hands, the way he touches her... there's no one else quite like him. he never has to ask, never second guesses himself when his skin is on hers, because he takes what he wants, and that's exactly what she hopes he'll do. she hums in approval as his fingers find a place to squish, her own hands resting atop his for a brief moment before sliding up his forearms, dancing over to caress his abdomen.]
Hmm, don't believe it. You brought yourself over, didn't you? That's more than enough of a gift for me.
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Hmm, don't believe it. You brought yourself over, didn't you? That's more than enough of a gift for me.