Corbie eyes--blown pupils making them look nearly black--went wide with assumed innocence. She tipped her head slightly to one side, just enough to make her curls shift around her face. It was a gesture so familiar it was practically natural. She wasn't very good at spicy, but she excelled at sugar. "Even if that order was, 'fuck me like you're trying to shake my bones apart?'"
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Date: 2018-03-19 12:09 am (UTC)