[Her fingers massage gently and affectionately at his legs, running up and down them, her body naturally arching into his touch wherever it wanders. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, and more of those bubbles start to drift up around them.]
You can still savour both, can't you?
[And though there is a kindling heat in her gaze when it connects with his again, there's something else—something softer—that swims within it as she watches that twinkle in his.]
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You can still savour both, can't you?
[And though there is a kindling heat in her gaze when it connects with his again, there's something else—something softer—that swims within it as she watches that twinkle in his.]