-- Mean, [ comes after a moment, flushing at the mere brush of his thumb. warmth is already swelling between them.
she's soft, but she adores the roughness of his hands, the scrape pleasant in a way she can't explain. how she asks? isn't that an ask enough? but this is good, too. ] I'd like a massage, Mister Vergilius. If you'd be so kind.
[ as if he's anything but kind, to her. in his own ways. ]
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she's soft, but she adores the roughness of his hands, the scrape pleasant in a way she can't explain. how she asks? isn't that an ask enough? but this is good, too. ] I'd like a massage, Mister Vergilius. If you'd be so kind.
[ as if he's anything but kind, to her. in his own ways. ]