[Extremely. That's why she slips her long hand up to idly scratch her fingernails at bristle of his cheek rather than setting it on his thigh. She doesn't even question the discipline, though it would be easy to do it with just her mouth. They're incredibly reasonable, the pair of them.
And here, Fitcher does laugh—a low gravel sound sliding into the space that follows after all this responsibility.]
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And here, Fitcher does laugh—a low gravel sound sliding into the space that follows after all this responsibility.]
It was good of you to come with me when I asked.