[He sees a darkened room, not filled with finery but dim and rough. He sees blotted red along her neck, bright despite how steeped in shadow they are. He sees the dip and shudder of collar bone, and he sees prim hair mussed into something wild.
Like the way her eyes look when they're wide and forced to surrender.]
You're obnoxious even in a fantasy, aa. [Reassurance warped with a coy smirk, he sets his drink down. Takasugi's fingers press circles into Rosalind's waist, a massage that dares to wander upwards, along spine, by inches.]
Should I leave you naked on the floor when I'm done with you, too? [Just like the woman in his story, fiction made reality.]
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Like the way her eyes look when they're wide and forced to surrender.]
You're obnoxious even in a fantasy, aa. [Reassurance warped with a coy smirk, he sets his drink down. Takasugi's fingers press circles into Rosalind's waist, a massage that dares to wander upwards, along spine, by inches.]
Should I leave you naked on the floor when I'm done with you, too? [Just like the woman in his story, fiction made reality.]