[ A small echo of desire twitches between her thighs when his mouth finds her back, and Touka almost curses out loud when she feels her body respond to him almost immediately. She doesn't turn to face him, though she looks over her shoulder to send him a sidelong glance. ]
I sure as hell didn't do it for you, if that's what you're getting at.
[ A desperate grasp for levity, but a grasp nonetheless. ]
You worry way too much about this sort of shit.
[ Still, she's slumping against him, warmed a bit by both his body heat and his reassurance. ]
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I sure as hell didn't do it for you, if that's what you're getting at.
[ A desperate grasp for levity, but a grasp nonetheless. ]
You worry way too much about this sort of shit.
[ Still, she's slumping against him, warmed a bit by both his body heat and his reassurance. ]