And he does just that, responding to her every whim. His hands smooth down the silk of her shoulders, cautiously brushing her hair back, his fingers touching the back of her neck, just at the root of her hair. He lingers there a moment, in that touch, before drawing himself back with a slight cough to clear his throat.
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Date: 2009-04-28 07:11 pm (UTC)"Right. So. Shall we go?"