[ the mind will follow the body. that's what she hopes. she is white-knuckling that hope, because even Sprezzatura Vaux can only exist in a state of constant anxiety and depression for so long before it burns her out. she doesn't thrive in such loathsome mindsets, no matter what she tells herself. ]
Coming, detective. [ just a touch breathy, and that is just a touch on purpose. still not on command, she thinks, but brings herself to her knees so she might crawl across the bed to meet him. once close enough to touch her lips to his cheek, she does. chu. ] You may manhandle me... little bit. If it suits you.
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Coming, detective. [ just a touch breathy, and that is just a touch on purpose. still not on command, she thinks, but brings herself to her knees so she might crawl across the bed to meet him. once close enough to touch her lips to his cheek, she does. chu. ] You may manhandle me... little bit. If it suits you.