Fine. Fine, until I can figure out who's got it out for your administration. That's only, what, fifty percent of the country or something?
[ Sighing, she lifts a hand to straighten the collar of his shirt. How does this always happen? She makes a sensible decision like "don't work for royals" and yet. ]
So are we going to be fucking while we pretend to be dating, or ... ?
[ hey, at least he's not actually an inbred royal. he's just rich and happens to be holding office, the true american way. ]
And that depends on you.
[ his fingers snag on her torn dress again, gripping the fabric and giving a sharp tug, threads snapping as the tear widens, her sleeve slipping down her bare shoulder. he leans in, his lips ghosting along her collarbone. ]
Though if you want my input, it would definitely sell the act better.
[ In spite of her earlier protests about not letting him pimp himself out just to secure her services, it is sounding like a pretty decent perk. She tips her chin to the side to give him better access to her decolletage and throat, her breath coming a little deeper. ]
I know you're getting me a new dress, but you don't have to tear all my clothes off first.
[ She puts her gin down on the floor and brings her hands to the buttons of his shirt, undoing the top two. ]
'Course, trying to smuggle me off the ship naked might distract people from whatever they might find in the supply closet, huh?
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Fine. Fine, until I can figure out who's got it out for your administration. That's only, what, fifty percent of the country or something?
[ Sighing, she lifts a hand to straighten the collar of his shirt. How does this always happen? She makes a sensible decision like "don't work for royals" and yet. ]
So are we going to be fucking while we pretend to be dating, or ... ?
im sry about my slowness work has ended me
[ hey, at least he's not actually an inbred royal. he's just rich and happens to be holding office, the true american way. ]
And that depends on you.
[ his fingers snag on her torn dress again, gripping the fabric and giving a sharp tug, threads snapping as the tear widens, her sleeve slipping down her bare shoulder. he leans in, his lips ghosting along her collarbone. ]
Though if you want my input, it would definitely sell the act better.
omg no worries! very happy to backtag
[ In spite of her earlier protests about not letting him pimp himself out just to secure her services, it is sounding like a pretty decent perk. She tips her chin to the side to give him better access to her decolletage and throat, her breath coming a little deeper. ]
I know you're getting me a new dress, but you don't have to tear all my clothes off first.
[ She puts her gin down on the floor and brings her hands to the buttons of his shirt, undoing the top two. ]
'Course, trying to smuggle me off the ship naked might distract people from whatever they might find in the supply closet, huh?