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Milady (well, "Clarice")
May. 31st, 2016 02:59 amFollowed from here.
"I doubt it's my heart that interests you." Nothing but approval in her tone and the flash of her eyes, or the way her leg shifted under his hand. She was curious how far he might go in the only illusory privacy of the club, and it thrilled her to find out.
If that wasn't encouragement, Eric didn't know what it was. With the table in the way, she wouldn't be flashing anyone who wasn't on floor level, and even if she might have... He had very few qualms about the way his arm lifted her skirt up as his hand traveled higher up her thigh, wondering what fabric, if any, he might find between her legs. "Not your heart, no," he confirmed, nipping at soft skin.
"I doubt it's my heart that interests you." Nothing but approval in her tone and the flash of her eyes, or the way her leg shifted under his hand. She was curious how far he might go in the only illusory privacy of the club, and it thrilled her to find out.
If that wasn't encouragement, Eric didn't know what it was. With the table in the way, she wouldn't be flashing anyone who wasn't on floor level, and even if she might have... He had very few qualms about the way his arm lifted her skirt up as his hand traveled higher up her thigh, wondering what fabric, if any, he might find between her legs. "Not your heart, no," he confirmed, nipping at soft skin.
