[ Something in her hisses that she should not be so relieved by his arm around her waist, pulling her close, but she smothers in quickly. It does not matter, she does not care.
She shifts, moving into his lap skirts riding up her legs. It is selfish, utterly selfish, but she wants this, she needs this, and she could care less if she regrets it later. ]
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She shifts, moving into his lap skirts riding up her legs. It is selfish, utterly selfish, but she wants this, she needs this, and she could care less if she regrets it later. ]