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Oberon V̴͍̄ò̴͍r̵̨̅t̶̥̂i̵̬̓g̶̩͋ę̸͆r̶̬̍n̷͕͘ ([personal profile] midsummerlies) wrote in [community profile] decorator 2024-10-05 08:28 am (UTC)

[ He refrains from stopping her, resists the urge to pull away, and...

Oh.

Oh.

His breath hitches. That's all it takes, the soft sensation of her fingers on him and it's like the sensation runs all the way up his spine... it's good. It feels good. Too good. She probably can't tell yet, but she's dealing with something far more intimidating than what she realizes...

His urge to pull away rises. He likes it, he likes it... and perhaps that's exactly why he can't stand it.

Suddenly he's grabbing her hands, yanking them up and away from himself and instead pinning them above her head. ]


Ah, but Ai... I don't play fair.

[ He says huskily, hiding the sense of frantic urgency that had spurred him to pin her hands above her so quickly... not to mention another source of distraction for her, his tail snaking along her body yet again. ]

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