"Are you preparing me for encountering pirates...by having me follow a map to seek out buried treasures?"
His fingertips move up her ankles, the bottoms of her calves, working slowly upwards towards her knees - grinning each time she sighs or makes one of those pleased sounds he loves ever so much.
(But as slow as he is working, it is obvious that he is playfully teasing, drawing it out on purpose.)
"I did run across some stalls selling oils today," he says. "I did not buy any, though, as yours are much more potent."
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Date: 2024-05-28 11:25 pm (UTC)His fingertips move up her ankles, the bottoms of her calves, working slowly upwards towards her knees - grinning each time she sighs or makes one of those pleased sounds he loves ever so much.
(But as slow as he is working, it is obvious that he is playfully teasing, drawing it out on purpose.)
"I did run across some stalls selling oils today," he says. "I did not buy any, though, as yours are much more potent."