Do you feel anything yet? [ given his body's semi-lack of reaction, she's thinking that he isn't or you know, asking a hundred times probably puts a damper on the sexiness of this whole not-naked on her part situation. she frowns a little to herself, pulling back to sit up on the bed at his side, looking a little defeated which is not a common expression on her face.] Too cold, isn't it? It feels too cold?
[Annie's insistence on trying to push their relationship further — he understand, of course he does, it's only normal for her to want the things she would have had in any other normal relationship — has been a little...trying, st times. One of those times being now, actually, with her perched beside his legs on his bed, still fully dressed in her array of soft grey knits, staring down at his soft cock like it's some kind of puzzle she needs to work out.] Annie—
[He huffs out something close to a laugh, reaching out to stroke his fingertips over the curve of her knee.] You're over-thinking this.
[ It is a puzzle! And Annie means to figure it out, to somehow please him like other women might be able to. How else can she keep him interested? Okay, so sex isn't Mitchell's main focus, he's never been that sort. You know... a man whore. At least not since Annie's known him.
That's beside the point as she glances up at him, bottom lip jutting out for a moment before she sighs.] Of course I am. I want this to be good. [ She'd been utterly giddy with this idea when they'd started but she's starting to realize that a cold pair of lips on a man's... thingy isn't going to feel sexy or even good, maybe. She looks to his face now, her expression hopeful as if he'll suddenly be able to feel good, if she just willed it.]
[The only expression she's going to see on his face is a soft sort of fondness, which may be pleasant, but probably not the expression she'd been hoping for. Still, it's what he's working with, and the hand on her knee shifts to reach for her arm instead so he can pull her loser.]
Annie, love, just kiss me. [They can do that much, they've discovered, and as far as Mitchell is concerned, that's all they need to do for him to be happy. But, as he's learned from previous experience, it's a good place to start if they want to go any further, and since that's what's Annie's angling for, he's going to give it a go.
His tug has left her sprawling across his chest, something he's quite fond of actually, and he lifts his hand to cup her cheek as he tilts his chin a little to press a kiss to her pouty lips.] You know I can't resist you pouting. It's not fair.
[ She opens her mouth to protest when he tells her just to kiss him but before she can, he's tugging her towards him, earning him a tiny oomph sound as she's suddenly sprawled across his chest. She looks at him a little unhappily even if she is quite fond of kissing him ( in fact, she finds she never gets tired of it even if after a while she does have to stop so his lips don't go completely numb).
She lets him kiss her pout before she kisses him back once or twice, frowning against his lips.]I don't want my pout to be irresistible. [ Why must she be so rubbish at being sexy? ] I want to be irresistible. I've never been irresistible before. [ Although she realizes that given she's stuck in lounge clothes forever, there's a serious chance she'll never be as appealing as many. She moves to try to pull away, ready to fall back on her usual get away method--] Do you want tea? Maybe I should make some tea.
I don't want tea. [He slides his arms about her waist, holding her tightly, so that the only way she can get away from him is to rent-a-ghost out of the room. Thus assured of her continued present, Mitchell leans in to kiss her again, slowly, coaxing, a little hum vibrating in his chest.]
I don't believe that for a second. [He nuzzling a kiss to the line of her jaw, his hand sliding down from around her waist to slide over the curve of her bum, possessive and familiar like he has every right to touch every inch of her.] I'd have to be dead not to want you.
[Yes, there is a small part of him that is relieved that so far, all their attempts at intimacy have been fruitless, because for almost a century of his life, sex has equated violence, blood, death, but hell. He's not such an old dog not to be able to learn a few new tricks. And clarly it's important to Annie, and he's already proven he'd go to Hell and back fo her.]
Oh wait, I already am. [Grinning at his stupid joke, he nips a little kiss at the soft skin — all her skin is soft, she's soft all over like a plush doll when she's not paying attention — beneath her ear, rumbling a little laugh as he does so.] And I still do. Ergo, I'm pretty sure you're already irresistible.
[ If his grip didn't keep her there, that kiss would've. She's a little dazed when he pulls back from it to speak, her eyes slowly opening to look at him before he kisses along her jaw. She feels her own thrill when his hand wanders, her eyes fluttering as she looks into his, hearing what he says.
He wants her.
And he keeps on reassuring her that he does, making his joke that actually stifles a laugh from her.] Very funny, [ she mumbles as he kisses her again, this time beneath her ear, making her hum softly.] I'm sure I'm very sexy in my jammies staring at your-- [ Yeah, you'll never get Annie to say any word regarding his dick, she just laughs a little again, finally letting her and lift to slide through his hair.] I just want you to be happy. [ Yes, maybe Annie feels a little randy from time to time herself, although there's not a lot she can do about it.]
I happen to like your jammies. [Annie seems to forget that Mitchell was born over a hundred years ago, when her thin grey knits and soft layers would be incredibly scandalous. And while he's obviously shifted and grown with the times, he still has moments of affront when he sees a girl wearing very little as she goes out and about. It's a little thrilling to see the outline of her bra through the white of her tank top, or her straps through the holes on her shoulders.
He hums a little as she lifts her hand to smooth it through his hair, pushing his unruly curls out of his face, and he turns his head to press a quick little kiss to the heel of her palm.] I am happy, though. [He pulls away to look at her properly, frowning a little at her as it's his hand that lifts to brush her hair away from her cheek.] Christ, Annie. I have you back. I'm the happiest bloke on the planet.
[ Of course she forgets, Mitchell is so finely in tuned with the way the world is now. Although sex is still a wee bit scandalous for her even being from this time, now. Her cheeks color a bit when he says what he does, an 'oh well then' sort of dopey expression crossing her features as he says it then kisses her hand.
But that expression fades into something more tender when he tells her he's the happiest bloke in the world because she's back.] And I'm the happiest because you brought me back.
[All the things he's had to go through, all the pain and misery he's lived through in his life, it's all been worth it for this moment here. He lifts his chin enough to kiss her again before slowly rolling them over, pressing her down into the bed and reveling in how solid she feels beneath him.
He hasn't wanted to say anything, just in case, but it almost feels like she's more solid now than she ever has been before, like refusing Purgatory has made her even more corporeal.
It's just as well, really, because it means he can test out his new hypothesis, starting with sliding his hand in under her diaphanous sweater so that his palm rests against her tank, firm at the curve of her waist as he kisses her again.]
[ For a moment, it doesn't register, the way his hand is able to slip beneath fabric that has been on her since she died. No, she's too distracted by the way he's kissing her, the way he rolls her so easily and the way he feels warm pressed above her.
Breathless. Suddenly she feels breathless, her lips pressing eagerly to his, so eagerly that she doesn't notice the way his hand moves, other than how good it feels. It feels natural, like might have had she been alive.
It is only after a moment more of kissing that she pulls back from his lips with a sound of surprise, her eyes darting downward.] Wha--How did you manage that?
[He grins down at her, sharp and impish like the boy he'd been when he died, so very pleased with himself for being able to shock her, to surprise her.] Shh. I'm exploring. [He very nearly winks at her, the somewhat resigned mood of before shifting sharply with this revelation that he can move her clothes — maybe not off completely, but still, baby steps.
He presses a kiss to her shoulder, just where her bra strap hides under the edge of her tank, and follows the neckline down across her sternum as his hand strokes her soothingly up and down her side.
With one glance upwards to make sure all is well, he hooks his chin under the neckline of her top and presses his kisses down between her breasts.]
[ That look is one she actually treasures, that makes her heart feel lighter than ever, that impish smile of his appealing in ways she cannot express. However, she is reeling too much to truly dwell on it today, not when he's moving her clothes when before, only she could really do that.
Gasping his name softly when his lips kiss skin that has not been touched since well before her death, her eyes flutter, struggling to stay on him, to watch his face. She wants to ask him how he's doing it, how he knew he could, or if it was possible this whole time. But for the first time since... ever, Annie Sawyer is quiet. Bewildered but silent.]
[Mitchell has a perpetual five-o-clock shadow because he can't see his own reflection and therefore finds shaving virtually impossible, and he makes good use of that stubble at the moment, nuzzling his cheek against the curve of Annie's breast as he carefully winkles her clothes out of the way.
The tank is proving difficult at the moment, sticking down around his waist no matter how he plucks at it, so eventually he clears his throat.] C'mon, love, work with me here.
[He doesn't have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, but surely having her participation would only make it easier to have this whole endeavor work.]
What am I meant to do? It's not as though I can just poof my clothes-- [ She sounds indignant and frustrated before she stops and looks down at him for a moment, a sudden look of determination crosses over her face.] Away. [ Her brow furrows for a moment and then poof the grey sweater she's always wearing disappears without a trace, making Annie start. She shifts, almost sitting up beneath Mitchell in surprise--] How... I didn't know... [ Mitchell, you'll need to jump-start her brain again, remind her she's still got a lot more clothes on.]
[He's about to come up with some sort of soothing platitude to calm her down when she apparently does just "poof" her clothes away, and he's left hovering over her without the grey sweater anywhere in sight.
He can't help but laugh, grinning at her and leaning in to press a peck to her lips.] That's my girl. Try it again, yeah? Let's do something about this top of yours.
[ The revelation is one she can't quite fathom. She had, in the past, been able to change the style of her clothes some, although it was always so many layers and never had she ever even considered trying to remove them (why would she need to?).
His kiss helps heal her brain-breakage, her eyes fluttering before she looks at him, feeling both giddy and suddenly nervous, which only makes the grey sweater slowly start to fade back on her body. She could be naked. With Mitchell. Mitchell could see her naked. Would he like what he saw? What if he didn't? Maybe she should just pretend that she can't get naked? Maybe she can't, actually. It wasn't that she lacked confidence per say, only that this was quite a big deal. This is Mitchell, this is the man she loves. Yes, loves. And he's probably had all lots of lovely ladies, super models... How would she compare?
And yes, all this OVERthinking is happening and she is mentally fussing but completely still/quiet/distracted on the outside.]
Annie... [He's not trying to sound menacing of anything, but he can see her start to panic, can see the cogs whirring behind her eyes as she suddenly overthinks this moment. He can even see her sweater slowly start to materialize back on her body, and that's the last thing he wants.
Shushing her again, he kisses her gently, pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth and the sweep of her cheekbone, his hand smoothing her thick curls away from her face as he cradles her in his arms.]
If you don't want to, that's okay. [He's pretty sure she does, but he wants to reassure her nonetheless.] I can wait until you're ready. We have all the time in the world for this. Literally.
[ The kisses stop the sweater's progressive return, making it fade away once again as she relaxes a little more, her eyes falling shut for a blissful moment, her thoughts quieted.
When he speaks again, her eyes open to look at him, her head shaking.] No, no... I want to. Oh do I want to. [ She sets her lips into a line as she nods once, getting that look of determination that only Annie gets. One he should know all too well.] I'm ready. I want this. [ And to prove it, she moves to kiss him again, properly. And if he gets into it with her, once she gets a little lost in that kiss, her tank top will fade away just like her sweater.]
[That little look she gets, when her mouth thins and her brows furrow, is so painfully endearing Mitchell can't help but smile in the face of it, and, of course, capitulate far too quickly to her. He's always had a problem with saying no to Annie, and it's certainly not been any easier now that he went and plucked her from Purgatory and brought her back home.
Kissing her is something he is more than happy to indulge in; no matter what she might think, Mitchell likes how cool she is to the touch. She's not cold, no, it's not like snogging a block of ice, but she's...well, it's like he said all that time ago. It's a bit like kissing someone who's just come in from the cold. He likes the tingle of it. It's something that makes her uniquely Annie.
He's so distracted by her kiss that it takes him a moment to realize his hand is pressed against smooth, cool skin now, instead of the thin ribbed cotton of her tank. Smiling, he pulls away just enough to whisper against her lips.] Annie, love. You did it.
[ For all her insecurities and inexperience, she finds confidence in the smiles he gives her, in the enthusiasm in which he kisses her. She knows it must be different, kissing her, he's said as much in the past, but it is different for her too. It's a warm sort of numbing that she feels, as though she is kissing someone through a very thin sheet. And after hours of kissing him endlessly, she thinks she's forgotten what it used to feel like, before.
Well, she finds she prefers kissing Mitchell more than she ever did with he-who-shall-not-be-named. Especially when he pulls back to whisper like he does, giving her a shiver before she even realizes what he's said.
She glances down, her eyebrows perking up before she lets out a breath, looking up at him. He hasn't looked down yet, himself, she feels her nerves bubble for a moment before she controls them too.] I did it. [ She sounds excited as she plants a kiss to his lips.] I did it! [ And another kiss, excitedly.]
[His smile widens into a grin and he finds himself laughing quietly, the hand he had placed at her waist sliding up to stroke along her ribs.] You did it! Clever girl, you. [He trails some more kisses along the line of her jaw, nuzzling her, quietly affectionate in a way he hasn't felt in a very long time, certainly not whilst naked in bed with a pretty girl.
He's afraid if they get too far the bloodlust will come over him again, even though Annie has no blood, no heartbeat to tempt him. It terrifies him, the fact that he might drop fangs and bite her, hurt her, even though he doesn't want to.
But if this is what Annie wants, he's going to do his best to give it to her. He'd give her the moon if he could.]
[ Annie isn't as concerned with the bloodlust as perhaps she should be, she doesn't think of how it may hurt her or even him to experience it. No, she's very much focused on his praise and the way his mouth wanders along her jaw.
Her hands don't remain idle now, they move to slide down his chest, fingers sliding over the dusting of hair there. She'd gotten his shirt off, at least, otherwise all she'd done to get him undressed beyond taking his shirt off for her failure of a blowjob was unfasten and yank down his pants some.
She wants to make him feel good too, her other hand sliding down his side, nails trying to drag along his skin.]
A vampire in love with a girl with no blood? That's poetic, at the very least.
Her nails dragging along his side have goosebumps cropping up along his skin, the chill coupled with the gentle bite of her nails making him need to fight down a shiver. And it would seem that while just yanking his trousers down isn't enough to get him really going — he'd need to be pumped full of fresh blood for that, gorged on that sweet nectar drained from some hapless soul — this slow exploration is doing its trick, for he can feel his cock twitch slightly against his thigh, swelling curiously.]
[ Annie's new found abilities only boost her confidence, her happiness, which in turn makes her even stronger, makes her feel even more solid beneath Mitchell, as if she is almost alive again.
She isn't thinking of what effect she may be having on his body, not after completely failing at getting him aroused. She's a little too lost in the way it feels to have his hand sliding along her own skin. Owen never touched her so sweetly, with such reverence. She sighs Mitchell's name with such contentment.] This is nice. It's nice, right?
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or you know, asking a hundred times probably puts a damper on the sexiness of this whole not-naked on her part situation. she frowns a little to herself, pulling back to sit up on the bed at his side, looking a little defeated which is not a common expression on her face.] Too cold, isn't it? It feels too cold?no subject
[He huffs out something close to a laugh, reaching out to stroke his fingertips over the curve of her knee.] You're over-thinking this.
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That's beside the point as she glances up at him, bottom lip jutting out for a moment before she sighs.] Of course I am. I want this to be good. [ She'd been utterly giddy with this idea when they'd started but she's starting to realize that a cold pair of lips on a man's... thingy isn't going to feel sexy or even good, maybe. She looks to his face now, her expression hopeful as if he'll suddenly be able to feel good, if she just willed it.]
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Annie, love, just kiss me. [They can do that much, they've discovered, and as far as Mitchell is concerned, that's all they need to do for him to be happy. But, as he's learned from previous experience, it's a good place to start if they want to go any further, and since that's what's Annie's angling for, he's going to give it a go.
His tug has left her sprawling across his chest, something he's quite fond of actually, and he lifts his hand to cup her cheek as he tilts his chin a little to press a kiss to her pouty lips.] You know I can't resist you pouting. It's not fair.
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She lets him kiss her pout before she kisses him back once or twice, frowning against his lips.]I don't want my pout to be irresistible. [ Why must she be so rubbish at being sexy? ] I want to be irresistible. I've never been irresistible before. [ Although she realizes that given she's stuck in lounge clothes forever, there's a serious chance she'll never be as appealing as many. She moves to try to pull away, ready to fall back on her usual get away method--] Do you want tea? Maybe I should make some tea.
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I don't believe that for a second. [He nuzzling a kiss to the line of her jaw, his hand sliding down from around her waist to slide over the curve of her bum, possessive and familiar like he has every right to touch every inch of her.] I'd have to be dead not to want you.
[Yes, there is a small part of him that is relieved that so far, all their attempts at intimacy have been fruitless, because for almost a century of his life, sex has equated violence, blood, death, but hell. He's not such an old dog not to be able to learn a few new tricks. And clarly it's important to Annie, and he's already proven he'd go to Hell and back fo her.]
Oh wait, I already am. [Grinning at his stupid joke, he nips a little kiss at the soft skin — all her skin is soft, she's soft all over like a plush doll when she's not paying attention — beneath her ear, rumbling a little laugh as he does so.] And I still do. Ergo, I'm pretty sure you're already irresistible.
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He wants her.
And he keeps on reassuring her that he does, making his joke that actually stifles a laugh from her.] Very funny, [ she mumbles as he kisses her again, this time beneath her ear, making her hum softly.] I'm sure I'm very sexy in my jammies staring at your-- [ Yeah, you'll never get Annie to say any word regarding his dick, she just laughs a little again, finally letting her and lift to slide through his hair.] I just want you to be happy. [ Yes, maybe Annie feels a little randy from time to time herself, although there's not a lot she can do about it.]
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He hums a little as she lifts her hand to smooth it through his hair, pushing his unruly curls out of his face, and he turns his head to press a quick little kiss to the heel of her palm.] I am happy, though. [He pulls away to look at her properly, frowning a little at her as it's his hand that lifts to brush her hair away from her cheek.] Christ, Annie. I have you back. I'm the happiest bloke on the planet.
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But that expression fades into something more tender when he tells her he's the happiest bloke in the world because she's back.] And I'm the happiest because you brought me back.
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He hasn't wanted to say anything, just in case, but it almost feels like she's more solid now than she ever has been before, like refusing Purgatory has made her even more corporeal.
It's just as well, really, because it means he can test out his new hypothesis, starting with sliding his hand in under her diaphanous sweater so that his palm rests against her tank, firm at the curve of her waist as he kisses her again.]
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Breathless. Suddenly she feels breathless, her lips pressing eagerly to his, so eagerly that she doesn't notice the way his hand moves, other than how good it feels. It feels natural, like might have had she been alive.
It is only after a moment more of kissing that she pulls back from his lips with a sound of surprise, her eyes darting downward.] Wha--How did you manage that?
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He presses a kiss to her shoulder, just where her bra strap hides under the edge of her tank, and follows the neckline down across her sternum as his hand strokes her soothingly up and down her side.
With one glance upwards to make sure all is well, he hooks his chin under the neckline of her top and presses his kisses down between her breasts.]
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Gasping his name softly when his lips kiss skin that has not been touched since well before her death, her eyes flutter, struggling to stay on him, to watch his face. She wants to ask him how he's doing it, how he knew he could, or if it was possible this whole time. But for the first time since... ever, Annie Sawyer is quiet. Bewildered but silent.]
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The tank is proving difficult at the moment, sticking down around his waist no matter how he plucks at it, so eventually he clears his throat.] C'mon, love, work with me here.
[He doesn't have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, but surely having her participation would only make it easier to have this whole endeavor work.]
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He can't help but laugh, grinning at her and leaning in to press a peck to her lips.] That's my girl. Try it again, yeah? Let's do something about this top of yours.
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His kiss helps heal her brain-breakage, her eyes fluttering before she looks at him, feeling both giddy and suddenly nervous, which only makes the grey sweater slowly start to fade back on her body. She could be naked. With Mitchell. Mitchell could see her naked. Would he like what he saw? What if he didn't? Maybe she should just pretend that she can't get naked? Maybe she can't, actually. It wasn't that she lacked confidence per say, only that this was quite a big deal. This is Mitchell, this is the man she loves. Yes, loves. And he's probably had all lots of lovely ladies, super models... How would she compare?
And yes, all this OVERthinking is happening and she is mentally fussing but completely still/quiet/distracted on the outside.]
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Shushing her again, he kisses her gently, pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth and the sweep of her cheekbone, his hand smoothing her thick curls away from her face as he cradles her in his arms.]
If you don't want to, that's okay. [He's pretty sure she does, but he wants to reassure her nonetheless.] I can wait until you're ready. We have all the time in the world for this. Literally.
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When he speaks again, her eyes open to look at him, her head shaking.] No, no... I want to. Oh do I want to. [ She sets her lips into a line as she nods once, getting that look of determination that only Annie gets. One he should know all too well.] I'm ready. I want this. [ And to prove it, she moves to kiss him again, properly. And if he gets into it with her, once she gets a little lost in that kiss, her tank top will fade away just like her sweater.]
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Kissing her is something he is more than happy to indulge in; no matter what she might think, Mitchell likes how cool she is to the touch. She's not cold, no, it's not like snogging a block of ice, but she's...well, it's like he said all that time ago. It's a bit like kissing someone who's just come in from the cold. He likes the tingle of it. It's something that makes her uniquely Annie.
He's so distracted by her kiss that it takes him a moment to realize his hand is pressed against smooth, cool skin now, instead of the thin ribbed cotton of her tank. Smiling, he pulls away just enough to whisper against her lips.] Annie, love. You did it.
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Well, she finds she prefers kissing Mitchell more than she ever did with he-who-shall-not-be-named. Especially when he pulls back to whisper like he does, giving her a shiver before she even realizes what he's said.
She glances down, her eyebrows perking up before she lets out a breath, looking up at him. He hasn't looked down yet, himself, she feels her nerves bubble for a moment before she controls them too.] I did it. [ She sounds excited as she plants a kiss to his lips.] I did it! [ And another kiss, excitedly.]
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He's afraid if they get too far the bloodlust will come over him again, even though Annie has no blood, no heartbeat to tempt him. It terrifies him, the fact that he might drop fangs and bite her, hurt her, even though he doesn't want to.
But if this is what Annie wants, he's going to do his best to give it to her. He'd give her the moon if he could.]
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Her hands don't remain idle now, they move to slide down his chest, fingers sliding over the dusting of hair there. She'd gotten his shirt off, at least, otherwise all she'd done to get him undressed beyond taking his shirt off for her failure of a blowjob was unfasten and yank down his pants some.
She wants to make him feel good too, her other hand sliding down his side, nails trying to drag along his skin.]
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A vampire in love with a girl with no blood? That's poetic, at the very least.
Her nails dragging along his side have goosebumps cropping up along his skin, the chill coupled with the gentle bite of her nails making him need to fight down a shiver. And it would seem that while just yanking his trousers down isn't enough to get him really going — he'd need to be pumped full of fresh blood for that, gorged on that sweet nectar drained from some hapless soul — this slow exploration is doing its trick, for he can feel his cock twitch slightly against his thigh, swelling curiously.]
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She isn't thinking of what effect she may be having on his body, not after completely failing at getting him aroused. She's a little too lost in the way it feels to have his hand sliding along her own skin. Owen never touched her so sweetly, with such reverence. She sighs Mitchell's name with such contentment.] This is nice. It's nice, right?
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