[ the scrape of his teeth causes her spine to prickle. she lets her eyes drift shut then, put at some kind of ease. she's not sure she agrees yet, but there's something in it that he seems to not only accept, but want. she gazes down at him in silence for a moment before she pulls her hands back and gets comfortable at his side, reaching one hand up again then to continue stroking the side of his face in soothing apology.
they're … a mess. the desk is a mess. their clothes are a mess. this is never going to come out in the dry cleaning and the rug keeping the desk from scratching the cold marble floor will probably need to be replaced. ]
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they're … a mess. the desk is a mess. their clothes are a mess. this is never going to come out in the dry cleaning and the rug keeping the desk from scratching the cold marble floor will probably need to be replaced. ]