[His immediate response when she gasps and pulls away is to freeze and hold his breath. Shit, now he's done it, he's pushed her too far and she's going to start screaming. When it's a pleased giggle that follows he heaves a sigh of relief, and kisses her again, several times in quick succession. They aren't as sensual or as intimate or as careful as the first, but then their purpose is different. They're kisses of gratitude for not freaking out, and of fondness and general relief, rather than kisses of seduction. Namur leans back on his elbows, catching his breath (now for more than one reason), and laughs at himself.]
Well, shit. If the champagne's half as good as that I think I might convert t' bein' a fancyass on the regular.
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Well, shit. If the champagne's half as good as that I think I might convert t' bein' a fancyass on the regular.