[ Touka has never undressed in front of anyone before, really, and it makes her more embarrassed than she'd like to admit. She can feel his eyes on him and it's exciting, though it causes her skin to flush.
She doesn't mind the stickiness so much, and she can't help but laugh when he replies to her. ]
That a fact? You can pretend I have white hair and wrinkly tits if it helps you, then.
[ Prrrrobably not the kind of old he was referring to, but whatever.
Loath as she is to admit it, she's fairly nervous, too. She decides to trust him, though, as she settles back down, releasing his cock in order to raise her hips as he asks. ]
Don't worry about that. It'll be fine. [ The words carry more weight than he likely knows. ]
[That's funny. He thinks so, at least. The fact that she can laugh through it all makes it easier on him, too. Hesitation is bad in these scenarios, because any sort of tensing up will probably hurt her.
He grabs the base of his cock and presses it against swollen flesh, parting her slowly as he thrusts forward. This is a better angle, at least he can see what's happening-
Oh. Oh.
She's tight around him, moreso than the others he's been with, but he attributes that to the fact that Touka is a normal girl and not a sex worker. He releases his grip on himself as he plunges forward, crying out and wrapping his arms around Touka's slender frame. He presses the skin of his noise against her shoulder, tongue idly lapping at any sweat it can catch.]
It's okay. I'm not judging you. [ The ghost of a smile lights her features as she watches him, the flush of her skin abating.
His laugh eases her worries slightly, but even then, it isn't enough for her to prepare herself for the sensation of him entering her. She almost forgets to breathe as his cock presses against her slick entrance, and when he enters her, she tenses up. ]
A-Ah---!!
[ To say that it hurts would be inaccurate, but it certainly is... uncomfortable. He feels thick and hot inside of her, and before she knows it, her kakugan rouses itself once more, her sex clenching hard around him as it struggles to adjust. His holding her is comforting, and without thinking, she grabs one of his hands, tangling their fingers together.
She doesn't even care if he sees her eyes at this point. Part of her wants to ask him to move, tilting her head again in order to accommodate his mouth against her shoulder. Another part of her wants him to stay still so she can get used to the feeling of him inside her as her muscles spasm around him.
She does neither, and instead opts to press her hips into his in what she hopes is an encouraging gesture, a soft hiss eking its way through her teeth. She's shaking again, and tears are kissing the corners of her eyes, but she can't rightly say that the whole thing is unpleasant. ]
[Why does she have to go and hold his hands like that?
Never before has sex seemed so intimate, it had just been something he did to scratch an itch, literally a pleasurable pounding of the flesh. Touka makes him feel emotions that he does not quite yet understand, and he can't help but squezze her hand in return, closing his eyes as he because to busy his mouth with a collarbone.
Sakamoto doesn't see her eyes or monstrous qualities just yet, instead he begins to move, thrusting in and out slowly, relishing just how easy it is to rut inside of her when she's this wet. What the hell did he say to get her to act like this? The hand that isn't holding hers moves from her waist to her ass, slapping a cheek out of sheer curiosity, just to gauge a reaction.]
[ Because it's the only thing she can think of to do; because she'd probably do it if he had been someone else. It's intimate and stupid and so sweet that it almost hurts her, and she doesn't so much moan as cry out again every time he moves, prompting her back to lift off of the table and her eyes to flutter shut at the sensation.
Her mind blearily wonders if it would have been the same if Sakamoto hadn't been the one between her legs, and the grip she holds on his hand tightens. Moving against him is awkward at first, but when she hooks her legs around his waist to bring him closer, to feel him deeper, it doesn't seem to matter all that much. Her hips roll up into his in an attempt to match the slow, steady rhythm he's building, the hand not holding his finding his hair for the umpteenth time and grasping desperately at it.
It isn't white. It isn't white, and she's suddenly coming to find that she's beginning not to care.
When he slaps her ass, she gives an appreciative hiss as she clenches down around him. The action even further removes him from whatever fantasies she'd entertained over the last few years, and it prompts her to further angle her hips upwards as an invitation for more, should he decide he'd like to take it. ]
Fuck...
[ The hand in his hair slides down his back as he continues to fuck her, finding his ass and grabbing at it almost desperately, her breath coming in short, soft gasps. ]
[It sounds like she's struggling to same his name, and once again, he finds himself feeling angry. Not just irritated this time, but irate. The hand on his ass feels good, he'll learn that he likes it being touched and toyed with. Touka will realize that there's plenty to grab, and she's already taken a handful.
That makes him gyrate his hips harder, faster, aggressively so. She was strong enough to carry him, so he assumes that she's strong enough to take a dick. The speed and force he's using might actually be dangerous for a normal woman, but there was something strange about Touka, she hardly seemed normal in the first place.]
Are you still thinking about him? For fuck's sake, I'm not-
[As soon as he catches sight of her eyes, the strange wings protruding from her back...
His eyes widen in surprise and alarm. This explains her totally absurd behavior, her rough nature and the very suspicious nature of this cafe. She had mentioning loving the people here, was that because they accepted her for being different?
Honestly, her eyes and wings aren't freakish, he's ripped open the bellies of far more terrifying beasts, but his anger fades to concern as he sees how he's affecting her. Instead of looking like he's ostracizing her, or terrified, he merely touches her face with one hand, brushing a strand of hair from it.]
[ Yes, good, this is exactly the response she'd been looking for, her mind going fuzzy and blank as he fucks her hard, her hips not being able to do much else aside from hold themselves upwards as he pounds in and out of her. Her once-soft cries border on veritable screams as the table protests beneath the two of them, her fingertips digging into his ass as her kagune begins to stir and rip out of her back before she can control it.
Just as she feels herself about to come hard around his cock, however, he slows, and panic begins to bubble up inside of her. She releases him entirely when she feels him look up at her, the hand on her face causing her to flinch. Touka expects to find fear in his face, or maybe hatred... but instead there is concern. Worry.
It causes her expression to scrunch up, her surprise giving way to sadness and confusion. ]
What the fuck--
[ Why did he have to be so understanding? So tender? Before she knows it, tears are welling up in her eyes, the fiery wing at her back twitching before dissipating. ]
Why can't you ever just be properly angry? What the hell is wrong with you?!
[ God, she wants to tear him apart, to riddle him with holes from her ukaku. She also wants to fall in love with him, to rely on him, to have him stay with her. Her kakugan appear glassy in the darkness of the cafe as the tears building in them begin to wet her cheeks, the sight of them somewhere between terrifying and strange. ]
[He realizes that he's cut her off right as she's about to come, so he quickens his pace again, pressing his lips against her cheek. He can taste the salt of tears, but he smiles anyway.]
I've faced monsters worse than you.
Demons in human skin.
[However, his hands aren't nearly as sweet as his words, and they grope her ass, fingers digging into her skin as well, almost hard enough to leave a mark.]
[ How can he expect her to continue this conversation when he's moving again, just like that? She practically gushes around him as he assumes his previous pace, sending her thoughts into a jumble as she falls back onto the table, gasping for breath between quiet, broken moans. ]
N-No-- don't--!
[ At that last thrust, she cries out, her pussy spasming around him, her hips pushing hard into his. Her climax breaks over her like a wave, her entire body shuddering as she rides out her orgasm, rolling her hips up to meet his as her hands grip the edge of the table above her head. The aftershocks of her climax manifest in the way her muscles continue to twitch around his cock, sending little bursts of light blooming behind her eyelids.
When she's gathered herself and caught her breath, she drags a hand over her face, pushing her hair back and holding her forehead. She doesn't look at him as her kakugan recedes, shameful in the aftermath of everything they'd done up to this point. ]
[So this is what it feels like to really please a woman.
He lingers inside of her without thinking, despite being on the verge of climaxing himself. Sakamoto can't help but realize that he'll remember the way she sounds, on lonely nights when he's alone, how her eyelids flutter and how her mouth opens wide as she loses herself for a moment, enjoying herself for what looks to be the first time.
Looks. He hadn't hurt her, and surely, a girl with this fragile heart would never do this sort of thing with a stranger.
He's snapped out of his reverie by how violently and quickly his orgasm takes hold of him, and he hastily slides out of her, barely catching his cock on his fingers as he feels himself let loose, crying out loudly and sending vibrations throughout the establishment. He even hears the chairs rattle, how embarrassing.
But as soon as it's done, as soon as it's all over, he grins at her with that son-of-a-bitch smirk and places his other hand on his hip. Cock soft and sticky in his hand, he still manages to laugh like he's won something.]
[ Touka lazily watches him through half-lidded eyes, feeling a strange sort of lassitude settling into her limbs as her heartbeat begins to regulate. Little did he know that this had been her first time, though she isn't about to advertise the fact. She watches him climax with interest, some of his release dripping onto her thigh. It's warm and wet, and she blinks as she sits up, her head burning. She decides that she likes the way he looks when he comes, and she licks her lips predatorily in spite of herself.
It takes several seconds for her kakugan to recede, but when they eventually do, she turns her gaze to the discarded pile of clothes nearby. Lowering her feet to the cold slate flooring, she gives a small wince. Something inside of her stings, and she supposes her healing ability is delayed by how tired she is; it's been a fair few weeks since she'd eaten anything, also, so she makes a mental note to take care of that whenever the idiot in front of her goes to sleep.
At what he says next, she heaves a long-suffering sigh. ]
If that's considered a triumph to you, I'd hate to see what you consider a failure.
[Ah shoot. He had meant to keep himself from spilling over, and worry manifests in his face. She's acting very strange, but maybe she just wasn't the kind of girl who normally put out on the first date.
She's not challenging him, so he drops the act as well.]
Yeah, I mean.
It's only fair, right? What's the point in doin' that with a girl if you can't make her happy! A lot of guys just think about themselves. That's just stupid. Stupid!
[He shrugs, offering her a kind smile.]
I dunno. I think it's better to watch the other person-
[His voice trails off, and he feels himself turning beet red. Sakamoto laughs and runs the not sticky hand through his curly hair, not knowing why he feels so flustered.]
A-ah. Nevermind! Sorry 'bout the mess. I'll help you clean up! I... I'd kiss ya but you probably don't want me to touch ya, 'cause... Y'know.
It's easier if you don't think about anyone else. [ Sitting up, she attempts to stand on shaking legs, clutching the edge of the table for support. It aches between her thighs, and her sex is slick and hot. It still throbs from the pounding he'd given it, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like it.
When she sees that smile of his spread across his face, her first instinct is to punch him. She refrains, of course, but she can't deny that the want is there. That was a smile that was going to visit her dreams for years to come, she figures. ]
Why the hell are you acting like a fucking schoolboy now? You had no problem shoving your cock into me. [ She snorts, bending down to pick up her clothes. ]
... 'Cause what? [ She looks up at him from her bent position, genuinely curious. ]
Really? I think it's easier if you think about the other person.
[What an idiot.
He can't help but laugh at her remark, not bothered by the callousness of it. The actions are one thing, but the emotions are another. He doesn't answer her first question.]
Look at you! Firin' back at me. Seems like you enjoyed that ride! If ya didn't look so tired, I'd be happy to eat ya out.
[who says things like that so casually]
'Cause my hand's a mess! I should probably wash up, but I'd feel bad about getting any of this in the sink. You got a wet paper towel or somethin'?
What the fuck does your hand have to do with kissing me?
[ Still, now she's rolling her eyes and dropping her clothes. A glance at the clock tells her that she has a fair few hours before she has to prep for opening, and she takes him by his (notably sticky) hand and begins to lead him up the stairs behind the counter, still bare-ass naked. ]
We have a shower. You smell like booze and jizz. [ And only one of those things smells appetizing to her ghoulish sensibilities. Spoiler: it's not the booze. ]
I'm pretty sure I'd be the one doing the eating, anyway. [ A daring statement, all things considered, and she flicks on the lights in the hallway as she leads him to the bathroom. ]
[He feels his stomach drop, anxiety gripping him like bony hands closing in around his neck, making it difficult to breathe.
Sakamoto has never in his life been any woman's first, been anyone's first, not yet anyway.
In a few months, he would be the first real friend Mutsu ever had, but that's a different story altogether.
He wants to say something, wants to scream, because in his mind this kind of thing should be special and savored, far from the unpleasant night he had experienced years back, but... She is different from him. Perhaps she just wanted to try something out, and like himself, wasn't interested in being with anyone at the time.
He hopes, desperately, that she isn't trying to make anyone jealous. That she did this for herself, first and foremost.]
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She doesn't mind the stickiness so much, and she can't help but laugh when he replies to her. ]
That a fact? You can pretend I have white hair and wrinkly tits if it helps you, then.
[ Prrrrobably not the kind of old he was referring to, but whatever.
Loath as she is to admit it, she's fairly nervous, too. She decides to trust him, though, as she settles back down, releasing his cock in order to raise her hips as he asks. ]
Don't worry about that. It'll be fine. [ The words carry more weight than he likely knows. ]
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[That's funny. He thinks so, at least. The fact that she can laugh through it all makes it easier on him, too. Hesitation is bad in these scenarios, because any sort of tensing up will probably hurt her.
He grabs the base of his cock and presses it against swollen flesh, parting her slowly as he thrusts forward. This is a better angle, at least he can see what's happening-
Oh. Oh.
She's tight around him, moreso than the others he's been with, but he attributes that to the fact that Touka is a normal girl and not a sex worker. He releases his grip on himself as he plunges forward, crying out and wrapping his arms around Touka's slender frame. He presses the skin of his noise against her shoulder, tongue idly lapping at any sweat it can catch.]
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His laugh eases her worries slightly, but even then, it isn't enough for her to prepare herself for the sensation of him entering her. She almost forgets to breathe as his cock presses against her slick entrance, and when he enters her, she tenses up. ]
A-Ah---!!
[ To say that it hurts would be inaccurate, but it certainly is... uncomfortable. He feels thick and hot inside of her, and before she knows it, her kakugan rouses itself once more, her sex clenching hard around him as it struggles to adjust. His holding her is comforting, and without thinking, she grabs one of his hands, tangling their fingers together.
She doesn't even care if he sees her eyes at this point. Part of her wants to ask him to move, tilting her head again in order to accommodate his mouth against her shoulder. Another part of her wants him to stay still so she can get used to the feeling of him inside her as her muscles spasm around him.
She does neither, and instead opts to press her hips into his in what she hopes is an encouraging gesture, a soft hiss eking its way through her teeth. She's shaking again, and tears are kissing the corners of her eyes, but she can't rightly say that the whole thing is unpleasant. ]
F-Feeling better?
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Never before has sex seemed so intimate, it had just been something he did to scratch an itch, literally a pleasurable pounding of the flesh. Touka makes him feel emotions that he does not quite yet understand, and he can't help but squezze her hand in return, closing his eyes as he because to busy his mouth with a collarbone.
Sakamoto doesn't see her eyes or monstrous qualities just yet, instead he begins to move, thrusting in and out slowly, relishing just how easy it is to rut inside of her when she's this wet. What the hell did he say to get her to act like this? The hand that isn't holding hers moves from her waist to her ass, slapping a cheek out of sheer curiosity, just to gauge a reaction.]
Y-yeah. Shit.
You feel good.
[Understatement of the century.]
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Her mind blearily wonders if it would have been the same if Sakamoto hadn't been the one between her legs, and the grip she holds on his hand tightens. Moving against him is awkward at first, but when she hooks her legs around his waist to bring him closer, to feel him deeper, it doesn't seem to matter all that much. Her hips roll up into his in an attempt to match the slow, steady rhythm he's building, the hand not holding his finding his hair for the umpteenth time and grasping desperately at it.
It isn't white. It isn't white, and she's suddenly coming to find that she's beginning not to care.
When he slaps her ass, she gives an appreciative hiss as she clenches down around him. The action even further removes him from whatever fantasies she'd entertained over the last few years, and it prompts her to further angle her hips upwards as an invitation for more, should he decide he'd like to take it. ]
Fuck...
[ The hand in his hair slides down his back as he continues to fuck her, finding his ass and grabbing at it almost desperately, her breath coming in short, soft gasps. ]
... H-Harder... Do me harder, Tatsuma.
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That makes him gyrate his hips harder, faster, aggressively so. She was strong enough to carry him, so he assumes that she's strong enough to take a dick. The speed and force he's using might actually be dangerous for a normal woman, but there was something strange about Touka, she hardly seemed normal in the first place.]
Are you still thinking about him? For fuck's sake, I'm not-
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His eyes widen in surprise and alarm. This explains her totally absurd behavior, her rough nature and the very suspicious nature of this cafe. She had mentioning loving the people here, was that because they accepted her for being different?
Honestly, her eyes and wings aren't freakish, he's ripped open the bellies of far more terrifying beasts, but his anger fades to concern as he sees how he's affecting her. Instead of looking like he's ostracizing her, or terrified, he merely touches her face with one hand, brushing a strand of hair from it.]
What's up?
Are you okay?
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Just as she feels herself about to come hard around his cock, however, he slows, and panic begins to bubble up inside of her. She releases him entirely when she feels him look up at her, the hand on her face causing her to flinch. Touka expects to find fear in his face, or maybe hatred... but instead there is concern. Worry.
It causes her expression to scrunch up, her surprise giving way to sadness and confusion. ]
What the fuck--
[ Why did he have to be so understanding? So tender? Before she knows it, tears are welling up in her eyes, the fiery wing at her back twitching before dissipating. ]
Why can't you ever just be properly angry? What the hell is wrong with you?!
[ God, she wants to tear him apart, to riddle him with holes from her ukaku. She also wants to fall in love with him, to rely on him, to have him stay with her. Her kakugan appear glassy in the darkness of the cafe as the tears building in them begin to wet her cheeks, the sight of them somewhere between terrifying and strange. ]
Why do you have to be like this...?
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[He realizes that he's cut her off right as she's about to come, so he quickens his pace again, pressing his lips against her cheek. He can taste the salt of tears, but he smiles anyway.]
I've faced monsters worse than you.
Demons in human skin.
[However, his hands aren't nearly as sweet as his words, and they grope her ass, fingers digging into her skin as well, almost hard enough to leave a mark.]
You were about to come weren't you?
[He thrusts once, hard, deep, just to test her.]
Go ahead.
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N-No-- don't--!
[ At that last thrust, she cries out, her pussy spasming around him, her hips pushing hard into his. Her climax breaks over her like a wave, her entire body shuddering as she rides out her orgasm, rolling her hips up to meet his as her hands grip the edge of the table above her head. The aftershocks of her climax manifest in the way her muscles continue to twitch around his cock, sending little bursts of light blooming behind her eyelids.
When she's gathered herself and caught her breath, she drags a hand over her face, pushing her hair back and holding her forehead. She doesn't look at him as her kakugan recedes, shameful in the aftermath of everything they'd done up to this point. ]
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He lingers inside of her without thinking, despite being on the verge of climaxing himself. Sakamoto can't help but realize that he'll remember the way she sounds, on lonely nights when he's alone, how her eyelids flutter and how her mouth opens wide as she loses herself for a moment, enjoying herself for what looks to be the first time.
Looks. He hadn't hurt her, and surely, a girl with this fragile heart would never do this sort of thing with a stranger.
He's snapped out of his reverie by how violently and quickly his orgasm takes hold of him, and he hastily slides out of her, barely catching his cock on his fingers as he feels himself let loose, crying out loudly and sending vibrations throughout the establishment. He even hears the chairs rattle, how embarrassing.
But as soon as it's done, as soon as it's all over, he grins at her with that son-of-a-bitch smirk and places his other hand on his hip. Cock soft and sticky in his hand, he still manages to laugh like he's won something.]
So! Still think I can't make you come?
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It takes several seconds for her kakugan to recede, but when they eventually do, she turns her gaze to the discarded pile of clothes nearby. Lowering her feet to the cold slate flooring, she gives a small wince. Something inside of her stings, and she supposes her healing ability is delayed by how tired she is; it's been a fair few weeks since she'd eaten anything, also, so she makes a mental note to take care of that whenever the idiot in front of her goes to sleep.
At what he says next, she heaves a long-suffering sigh. ]
If that's considered a triumph to you, I'd hate to see what you consider a failure.
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She's not challenging him, so he drops the act as well.]
Yeah, I mean.
It's only fair, right? What's the point in doin' that with a girl if you can't make her happy! A lot of guys just think about themselves. That's just stupid. Stupid!
[He shrugs, offering her a kind smile.]
I dunno. I think it's better to watch the other person-
[His voice trails off, and he feels himself turning beet red. Sakamoto laughs and runs the not sticky hand through his curly hair, not knowing why he feels so flustered.]
A-ah. Nevermind! Sorry 'bout the mess. I'll help you clean up! I... I'd kiss ya but you probably don't want me to touch ya, 'cause... Y'know.
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When she sees that smile of his spread across his face, her first instinct is to punch him. She refrains, of course, but she can't deny that the want is there. That was a smile that was going to visit her dreams for years to come, she figures. ]
Why the hell are you acting like a fucking schoolboy now? You had no problem shoving your cock into me. [ She snorts, bending down to pick up her clothes. ]
... 'Cause what? [ She looks up at him from her bent position, genuinely curious. ]
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[What an idiot.
He can't help but laugh at her remark, not bothered by the callousness of it. The actions are one thing, but the emotions are another. He doesn't answer her first question.]
Look at you! Firin' back at me. Seems like you enjoyed that ride! If ya didn't look so tired, I'd be happy to eat ya out.
[who says things like that so casually]
'Cause my hand's a mess! I should probably wash up, but I'd feel bad about getting any of this in the sink. You got a wet paper towel or somethin'?
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[ Still, now she's rolling her eyes and dropping her clothes. A glance at the clock tells her that she has a fair few hours before she has to prep for opening, and she takes him by his (notably sticky) hand and begins to lead him up the stairs behind the counter, still bare-ass naked. ]
We have a shower. You smell like booze and jizz. [ And only one of those things smells appetizing to her ghoulish sensibilities. Spoiler: it's not the booze. ]
I'm pretty sure I'd be the one doing the eating, anyway. [ A daring statement, all things considered, and she flicks on the lights in the hallway as she leads him to the bathroom. ]
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You? Aw, c'mon.
I'll bet five hundred yen! On the fact that you've never had a man's face all up in yer pussy.
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I'd never had a man's anything up my pussy until tonight, asshole.
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[Oh no.]
What?
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[He does seem alarmed by this, stopping his movement altogether.]
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... Not anymore?
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Sakamoto has never in his life been any woman's first, been anyone's first, not yet anyway.
In a few months, he would be the first real friend Mutsu ever had, but that's a different story altogether.
He wants to say something, wants to scream, because in his mind this kind of thing should be special and savored, far from the unpleasant night he had experienced years back, but... She is different from him. Perhaps she just wanted to try something out, and like himself, wasn't interested in being with anyone at the time.
He hopes, desperately, that she isn't trying to make anyone jealous. That she did this for herself, first and foremost.]
Oh.
[His sticky fingers tighten around hers.]
Your hands felt...
[And her mouth, oh god her mouth-]
You could've fooled me! Hell, ya did fool me.
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