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[ The quick way she responds to him has him murmuring to her again, a quiet good girl whispered into her hair as he watches her spread her hand up her neck like she's imagining where he ought to put his own. If only he had more time... ]
In a minute. [ He's a bit busy at the moment, his hands slipping up her hips to find the waistband of her leggings so he can tuck his fingers beneath that strong elastic and start to slide the whole lycra ensemble down. He catches the waistband of her panties as he goes, dragging them along with her leggings, until he can slide them down over the curve of her ass and beyond, not stopping until they're mid-thigh and hobbling her, keeping her from spreading her legs any wider. Kicking a foot in between hers, he reminds her not to let her legs close, and presses a hand to the middle of her back to push her down onto his desk. ] I'm busy.
In a minute. [ He's a bit busy at the moment, his hands slipping up her hips to find the waistband of her leggings so he can tuck his fingers beneath that strong elastic and start to slide the whole lycra ensemble down. He catches the waistband of her panties as he goes, dragging them along with her leggings, until he can slide them down over the curve of her ass and beyond, not stopping until they're mid-thigh and hobbling her, keeping her from spreading her legs any wider. Kicking a foot in between hers, he reminds her not to let her legs close, and presses a hand to the middle of her back to push her down onto his desk. ] I'm busy.
[ Hopefully Daisy is ready for Matthew to be both absolutely hopeless at figuring out the tiny dumplings and chopsticks and woven steam baskets, as well as embarrassingly open about how touched he is that she's sharing a part of her like this. He hasn't ever asked her too many probing questions about her family or her past, appreciating the fact that she doesn't ask him about any of that either, but he has absolutely no frame of reference for not knowing about who you are.
His family can trace their ancestry back to the Mayflower, for god's sake. Even further, if they try.
He will gladly meet her at the subway station and accompany her to her secret hideaway, and make patently obvious cow eyes in her direction the entire time. ]
I'll be there.
His family can trace their ancestry back to the Mayflower, for god's sake. Even further, if they try.
He will gladly meet her at the subway station and accompany her to her secret hideaway, and make patently obvious cow eyes in her direction the entire time. ]
I'll be there.
[ he's obnoxiously attractive when he orders her around. it's not fair — how quickly, how easily she gives in, how much she loves the way his voice sounds when he murmurs good girl into her hair, how much she aches to please him just to hear him say it over and over again.
so when he pushes, she goes; there's no resistance, just the pliant bend of her body as his hand presses firm against her back. there's only the moan of appreciation at the touch, rumbling over the cool surface of his desk. whatever she might have tucked away, whatever intentions to surprise him she may have had, is lost to the wayside for the moment. it's all she can do to oblige him in keeping her legs as far apart as she can for now. ]
so when he pushes, she goes; there's no resistance, just the pliant bend of her body as his hand presses firm against her back. there's only the moan of appreciation at the touch, rumbling over the cool surface of his desk. whatever she might have tucked away, whatever intentions to surprise him she may have had, is lost to the wayside for the moment. it's all she can do to oblige him in keeping her legs as far apart as she can for now. ]
[ thank god for text. he can't see the way her face tucks down, the way she smiles all warm and pleased and relieved. ]
try not to miss me too much until then.
[ blame her computer forensics class and the fact that she's procrastinated like crazy on this project for why she won't leave her room until saturday morning... ]
try not to miss me too much until then.
[ blame her computer forensics class and the fact that she's procrastinated like crazy on this project for why she won't leave her room until saturday morning... ]
I am youthful and beautiful, it's true.
[ He's joking. He smoked for most of his early career and has a full goddamn beard, not to mention the whole tall-and-broad-shouldered thing. Nobody could confuse him as looking "boyish."
There's a reason he doesn't shave any more and only part of it is laziness. ]
[ He's joking. He smoked for most of his early career and has a full goddamn beard, not to mention the whole tall-and-broad-shouldered thing. Nobody could confuse him as looking "boyish."
There's a reason he doesn't shave any more and only part of it is laziness. ]
The guy that just projectile vomited over the balcony is now going down to find the pill he just puked up. I heard him saying he wasn't about to waste $15.
I feel like having this conference in Florida was just asking for shit like this.
I feel like having this conference in Florida was just asking for shit like this.
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