[ a hint of sharpness to get her heart really going. in turn, he'll feel the bob of her throat as she swallows, and the edges of her nails slipping over his skin as she wanders her hand, beginning to thoughtlessly caress it up and down his nape. ]
There we are. [ her voice is turning husky, low; she doesn't particularly want them to be overheard ] Good boy, Detective.
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There we are. [ her voice is turning husky, low; she doesn't particularly want them to be overheard ] Good boy, Detective.