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Jonathan Pine ([personal profile] finebydaylight) wrote 2018-07-18 07:53 am (UTC)

For a moment he grins so hard his eyes threaten to water, unused to such a display of emotion. His hand is on her foot now, first to caress and then to tickle the sole of her foot.

"I'll admit, I'm glad you didn't start without me," he says, expression sobering as his voice lowers, as his gaze slides slowly along slick leather, from her toes to the tips of the ears on her headband, taking it all in, memorizing the gorgeous picture.

"What would you like to play?" His hand slides up the underside of her thigh this time. He has a few ideas, but he knows she must, too, if she chose this kind of costume. And he has every intention of drawing it out to show exactly how much he loves it. Her.

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