[Oh, he knows it. But patience isn't his strongest virtue, so Deckard's glad when she moves onto his lap. It does indeed give them a better angle for kissing, and for him to run his hands down her back to her ass.]
[Shelby trusts whatever he wants to do. He may be a lot of things but she has been around him long enough to know he won't hurt her. So she just melts into that kiss, playfully nipping at his lower lip. She did kind of miss him but she's not going to say that and spoil the moment.]
[His hands knead at her firm rear end while they kiss. So maybe Shelby is a little more on the right side of the law than most people Deckard's comfortable dealing with, but they've got boundaries around this thing that make it work.] Finally starting to relax after that flight?
[She laughs at that as she slips out of the hot tub and grabs a towel.]
Of course I cook. Do you think I can keep in shape eating takeout pizza? Let me get dried off and I'll see what's in your fridge.
[She'll just leave her wet clothes on the nearby chair to dry before wrapping that towel around her now-naked form and walking back into the house to get warmed up and changed.]
[Deckard's silent but attentive as she disrobes, then relaxes where he is for a few minutes before soon joining Shelby in the kitchen in a matching state of barely-covered nudity.]
[Shelby is in a glib mood, now that she's thrown a bathrobe on and is busy inspecting the contents of his fridge to see what she can come up with. What does he keep in here, anyway?]
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about2knowme) wrote2024-09-17 03:59 pm
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[Oh, he knows it. But patience isn't his strongest virtue, so Deckard's glad when she moves onto his lap. It does indeed give them a better angle for kissing, and for him to run his hands down her back to her ass.]
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So what I'm hearing is that I should start advertising my services as a therapist of some kind...
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[So not the nature of their relationship.]
Why don't I make dinner and then you can show me where the bedroom is.
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[Deckard arches an eyebrow.]
You cook? This I've got to see.
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Of course I cook. Do you think I can keep in shape eating takeout pizza? Let me get dried off and I'll see what's in your fridge.
[She'll just leave her wet clothes on the nearby chair to dry before wrapping that towel around her now-naked form and walking back into the house to get warmed up and changed.]
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[Deckard's silent but attentive as she disrobes, then relaxes where he is for a few minutes before soon joining Shelby in the kitchen in a matching state of barely-covered nudity.]
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[Shelby is in a glib mood, now that she's thrown a bathrobe on and is busy inspecting the contents of his fridge to see what she can come up with. What does he keep in here, anyway?]
You know that's not helping me, right?