Brave Verity, she who withstands godly favours. Is she made of titanium? We can only wonder.
[ He pulls her legs over his lap, joining her on an abruptly horizontal level to stuff his face in the curve of her neck, flopping at her side like an affectionate (if huge) dog. ]
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[ He pulls her legs over his lap, joining her on an abruptly horizontal level to stuff his face in the curve of her neck, flopping at her side like an affectionate (if huge) dog. ]