And she pouted faintly at the tattered thread, before she sat up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, where the makeup wasn't. I know it isn't important. If it was, you would have given up by now. She smiled coyly as she stood, trailing her fingers over Kurloz's hair as she walked to the shelf to get the thread she'd bought for him - high strength, and as close to sterile as one could get out of the thread while still remaining soft and gentle on the piercings. And frankly, I don't find sex all that appealing, myself. But it would be a bald-faced lie if I were to say I haven't thought about other things we could do. Which, of course, is to what I was referring, rather than sex itself. she brought the thread, a scissors and a curved needle back with her as she knelt between his legs, preparing the needle and thread first. I enjoy the littler things. As you well know. You can't deny peeking into my dreams."
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Date: 2013-08-28 11:43 am (UTC)