[ She thought that might strike something of a nerve, in a metaphorical sense instead of the literal sense she's also been working on, and she doesn't let the satisfaction show on her face but it's a quiet hum in the back of her head, success. Slowly her hand slides down a little further, spreads out flat against his stomach as she raises her eyebrows at him. ]
I don't think you can. [ Leaning in to kiss him again, briefly, whispering against his lips. ] I think you'd disobey my instructions if I kept going, and I can't have that.
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I don't think you can. [ Leaning in to kiss him again, briefly, whispering against his lips. ] I think you'd disobey my instructions if I kept going, and I can't have that.