[ The quietest laugh is startled out of him. She sounds so certain for one; for another, he needn't ask what it is about a bull that does, in fact, remind her of him. ]
And here I thought you'd label me a butterfly. [ He tucks her hair behind her air, fingers wandering over where a curling ram's horns might be. Costume for her next party, perhaps? The horns would suit. Like the antlers.
He hitches her higher on his lap, a little encouragement for her to grind down on him. He doesn't ask why it is she let her day pass without a word. She must have her reasons. He'd assumed, until this moment, that it was later in the year. Knowing that she simply didn't tell anyone doesn't surprise him as much as it should, now that he realizes. Despite the shine and shimmer, he's never found her demanding of attention. Not like that. At least not around him. ]
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And here I thought you'd label me a butterfly. [ He tucks her hair behind her air, fingers wandering over where a curling ram's horns might be. Costume for her next party, perhaps? The horns would suit. Like the antlers.
He hitches her higher on his lap, a little encouragement for her to grind down on him. He doesn't ask why it is she let her day pass without a word. She must have her reasons. He'd assumed, until this moment, that it was later in the year. Knowing that she simply didn't tell anyone doesn't surprise him as much as it should, now that he realizes. Despite the shine and shimmer, he's never found her demanding of attention. Not like that. At least not around him. ]
That means I owe you twice, as well.