[That shove does turn him on, she's right about that, and even though it sends him stumbling back a few more steps than it really should, he'll put that down to him being off guard rather than any ridiculous strength on her behalf. She wouldn't be that strong unless she were an imPort, and he'd already come to assume that definitely wasn't the case.
Damn, that talk of fingering shoots straight to his dick though, and he almost misses the throw thanks to that occupying thought of what could have been and what will totally be. He catches it with a look of casual ease, snapping it out of the air and smirking at his success, stepping back towards her briefly enough to reach for hand and then he's off towards the door. Third on the left, third on the left, third on t-- ah-hah, there.]
I think I could win easy, y'know, if you put in a good word for me. [Yes, he's still on about that sexiest man competition, even as he gets that door open.]
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Damn, that talk of fingering shoots straight to his dick though, and he almost misses the throw thanks to that occupying thought of what could have been and what will totally be. He catches it with a look of casual ease, snapping it out of the air and smirking at his success, stepping back towards her briefly enough to reach for hand and then he's off towards the door. Third on the left, third on the left, third on t-- ah-hah, there.]
I think I could win easy, y'know, if you put in a good word for me. [Yes, he's still on about that sexiest man competition, even as he gets that door open.]