"See, now I know you're trying to butter me up and distract me," He said wryly, the smirk pulling at the edge of his lips.
It was working, though.
"What if I feel like denying you?" He teased, watching the fabric gently fall from her shoulders, watch it pool over her chest. He tugged the fabric - just a little bit - so that it fell and folded at her waist, completely baring her breasts. He didn't touch his own clothes, though, and he didn't touch Finn's.
"What if I feel like worshipping your form until you can't bare to do anything except strip me yourself?" He glanced across her face at Finn, his eyes twinkling, as if there were no darkness left in their depths. But there was. There always was. Especially now.
If he could extend the evening as long as possible, however, then maybe he could win something back from fate.
If he could give her every pleasure she could possibly know before finally succumbing himself? Then he could keep this up a very long time.
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"See, now I know you're trying to butter me up and distract me," He said wryly, the smirk pulling at the edge of his lips.
It was working, though.
"What if I feel like denying you?" He teased, watching the fabric gently fall from her shoulders, watch it pool over her chest. He tugged the fabric - just a little bit - so that it fell and folded at her waist, completely baring her breasts. He didn't touch his own clothes, though, and he didn't touch Finn's.
"What if I feel like worshipping your form until you can't bare to do anything except strip me yourself?" He glanced across her face at Finn, his eyes twinkling, as if there were no darkness left in their depths. But there was. There always was. Especially now.
If he could extend the evening as long as possible, however, then maybe he could win something back from fate.
If he could give her every pleasure she could possibly know before finally succumbing himself? Then he could keep this up a very long time.