[ Her back arches, easy to it, all that riding had one great purpose, flexible into his hold, firm as she curves into the roam of his fingers over her. A contemplating little noise that is half distracted. ] How could I forget - ? [ she laughs, low and warm. ]
Wine. I think you'd drink it off my skin if I let you.
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Wine. I think you'd drink it off my skin if I let you.
[ One day - if he's lucky. ]