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[Cheeky, cheeky. She shifts her legs against him, and his eyes catch the shift of her chest with the quick intake of breath.]

[His thumb brushes up against the inside of her thigh, his expression thoughtful. She's so soft. As always.]

[Cheeky, cheeky. That restless part of him that wants and craves and desires beats so restlessly in his chest. He shouldn't be allowed to have this.]

[She's put herself in his hands and asked him to have it though, right...?]

Hm.

[Maybe he should also be playful here - not so much the stoic guide. A brief smile flits over his lips as he tilts his head.]

That depends on how you ask.