His smirk widens into an impish grin, a glint in his eyes that is only slightly feral.
"That is what I hoped you would choose."
With a light 'slap' of his hands against the tops of her thighs (not anywhere near hard enough to cause pain) he moves from between her legs to resettle at the end of the bed, gathering up a few pillows for her to lean against in the process.
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Date: 2024-05-05 01:03 am (UTC)"That is what I hoped you would choose."
With a light 'slap' of his hands against the tops of her thighs (not anywhere near hard enough to cause pain) he moves from between her legs to resettle at the end of the bed, gathering up a few pillows for her to lean against in the process.