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Eustace (
flamekthunder
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2023-10-15 10:27 pm (UTC)
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[He glances over at the book and actually reaches for it to take a look.
...
Really, his wife.
Slowly his eyes move from the cover to her eyes before he drops the book just above her, the sound and weight of the book heavy.]
So.
[His hand lowers to touch the red bruise darkening on her neck—]
You want to...
act out
...
[—glide down her front past her collarbone—]
...and do some kind of vampire "play" in a
dream
...
[—to her cleavage where he'll pull down the front of that black lace to reveal more of her skin—]
........and you thought to convince me dressed like
this
?
[—before swiping over the lace where his fingertips would find and roughly touch and rub the dark peak just barely hidden beneath.]
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no subject
...
Really, his wife.
Slowly his eyes move from the cover to her eyes before he drops the book just above her, the sound and weight of the book heavy.]
So.
[His hand lowers to touch the red bruise darkening on her neck—]
You want to...act out...
[—glide down her front past her collarbone—]
...and do some kind of vampire "play" in a dream...
[—to her cleavage where he'll pull down the front of that black lace to reveal more of her skin—]
........and you thought to convince me dressed like this?
[—before swiping over the lace where his fingertips would find and roughly touch and rub the dark peak just barely hidden beneath.]