[She can't ever resent his teasing, because given the chance she'd turn the tables on him and do exactly the same. It flashes through her mind once, quickly, the option of turning them over and kneeling somewhere above his head. (Impossible feats, if she hadn't gotten 'better', magically.)
She chases that thought, puts it on the backburner, and then breathes out when he licks her finally. Her hands grip the bed sheets, and she shifts closer to him, eager and needy, no more thoughts and plans on her mind.]
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She chases that thought, puts it on the backburner, and then breathes out when he licks her finally. Her hands grip the bed sheets, and she shifts closer to him, eager and needy, no more thoughts and plans on her mind.]
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