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Katy Kat ([personal profile] polyapathy) wrote 2019-10-14 05:58 am (UTC)

[She bites her lip with a petulant little groan. No, she's certainly not sure now, thanks, asshole. She's more pent up than she realized, and the prospect of him trapping her between his body and the wall is... Yeah, he's trouble. Already. Fuck.

It takes effort, but she shakes her head and gives his shoulder a half-hearted punch.]


Careful, I might start to think we're not just here in the pursuit of knowledge.

[She unfolds herself from his lap and slides down to kneel between his legs, her hands trailing after her, nails scraping their way down his torso. She'll get him properly naked next time... For now, her fingers move for his trousers, tracing the outline of him against the fabric—which doesn't help to quell the thought of him railing her against the wall.]

I'll take a raincheck, though.

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