[ Rose understands, in a sense, the importance of certain physical items. Her guitar is something she rarely lets anyone handle but herself; if she does, it needs to be with utmost care and only by trusted individuals. Considering she hasn't truly trusted anyone but Charlie - and he's now dead - for over a decade, well- It'll be a big thing when it happens again. ]
Well, you don't have to. [ Her fingers edge the waistband of what he's wearing as her lips go to press against his neck instead. Each one is featherlight and paced out almost painfully slow. He's right. Rose isn't one to show much mercy in these matters. ] But you'll get what you want a lot faster if you do.
[ Those fingers down between them now skim the fabric along his groin with just enough pressure to feel nice but certainly not satisfy. She can tell he's going to be a fun one to wind up. ]
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Well, you don't have to. [ Her fingers edge the waistband of what he's wearing as her lips go to press against his neck instead. Each one is featherlight and paced out almost painfully slow. He's right. Rose isn't one to show much mercy in these matters. ] But you'll get what you want a lot faster if you do.
[ Those fingers down between them now skim the fabric along his groin with just enough pressure to feel nice but certainly not satisfy. She can tell he's going to be a fun one to wind up. ]