[ Oh, and it's cute, how visibly she seems to tense up at the sight of him. Of course she knows him well. Knows him in so many ways - the sound of his voice, the shape of his body, the taste of him. So many different things. She even knows a tortured, submissive part of him that almost no one has seen before, that almost no one has been allowed to see before, and he's not exactly in a hurry to change that. Or forget it. To forget exactly what she's owed.
But for now he lets her in, lets her stomp around the room in her usual bristly manner. Dusting, sure, and for a moment he wonders if she's ever had to dust before. She has that rich girl air about her, after all. And that just makes him want to tease her even more. ]
Oh, only sometimes. [ He moves behind her as he talks, reaching out to idly flick at one of her pigtails. ] But I guess you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?
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But for now he lets her in, lets her stomp around the room in her usual bristly manner. Dusting, sure, and for a moment he wonders if she's ever had to dust before. She has that rich girl air about her, after all. And that just makes him want to tease her even more. ]
Oh, only sometimes. [ He moves behind her as he talks, reaching out to idly flick at one of her pigtails. ] But I guess you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?