[ what he'll feel next is her hands at the back of his neck, cradling him close to those lovely breasts of hers. this is a terrible angle. he's much too tall, and she's in desperate need of something to cuddle, which she can't have at the same time that he's bending forward. she drapes one arm over his shoulder and begins to apply pressure to the centre of his back; downward pressure. ]
Why— [ a fullbody shiver, that pinching making quick work of her composure ] —don't you kneel for me first, detective. Give yourself terrible crick in your neck.
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Why— [ a fullbody shiver, that pinching making quick work of her composure ] —don't you kneel for me first, detective. Give yourself terrible crick in your neck.