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π•½π–π–†π–Šπ–“π–žπ–—π–† π•Ώπ–†π–—π–Œπ–†π–—π–žπ–Šπ–“ ([personal profile] halfyeared) wrote 2022-10-17 06:23 am (UTC)

[He props that foot up and shifts as if this is some luxury seating, the most comfortable spot. Her jaw presses forward, and she sets it as she eyes him back. He came to her, and yet, he stalls and stands there. They find themselves in this stalemate, and she does not want to give in, but there is something else in her that burns hotter the longer he stands there, eyeing her like that.]

Nyke jāhor epagon ao skoros ao jaelagon. Ao māzigon naejot issa. [Her brows back as she posits to him with a gesture of her head. She shifts and steps forward.]

Naejot gΕ«rogon skoros nyke jaelagon? [He's given her enough of a taste, and she is no maiden now. She does not need to wait, to be led around by hand. Is he testing her? Is that why he refuses to budge? She considers this with a quirk of her brows.]

I think you have the physical advantage, Uncle. [Another tease, but the heat in her feels like it is flowing through her blood, her pulse rising and her breathing heavier. She wants to act. That much is clear now. He does something to her that she doesn't completely understand, but she knows what it is. She knows the way her body feels a little more intimately now, and that heat is mixed with desire, something he set ablaze in that brothel, and she cannot so easily let it go.]

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