[ He leans forward, leaning one arm on the counter. The drink given to him by the barman is largely forgotten. He's indulged in plenty tonight, anyhow, and though little of it shows in him, he can feel a warmth through his veins.
A small smile graces his lips. His hand drops to her leg, sliding up her thigh. As much as he enjoys the outfit on her, he's looking forward to removing it. His eyes linger on the curve of her mouth.
Lucky him to be sure, seeing as he rarely feels the desire to be proper in her presence. ]
Is that so. [ He lets his nails sharpen, the tips dragging lightly over her delicate skin. ] Depends on the lesson. What's the first?
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A small smile graces his lips. His hand drops to her leg, sliding up her thigh. As much as he enjoys the outfit on her, he's looking forward to removing it. His eyes linger on the curve of her mouth.
Lucky him to be sure, seeing as he rarely feels the desire to be proper in her presence. ]
Is that so. [ He lets his nails sharpen, the tips dragging lightly over her delicate skin. ] Depends on the lesson. What's the first?