[ Oh, well, if he's going to hum against her skin that's just not really fair, she's pretty sure that's definitely not fair, and it's going to get him a hitch in her breath. It's a little hard to pay him back right now, but once it's reasonable she is so going to find a way to make him - well, regret is probably the opposite of what he'll be feeling. ] I'm sure [ but that end of the sentence switches directly into a whimper instead because goddamn, okay, he's really good at this and she's getting goosebumps chasing across all of her skin. The hand not in his hair rests on his arm, grip tight for a moment before she trails her fingers upwards, her attempt at regulating her breathing no longer working quite so well. ] Yes you are.
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