"She's what, fifteen, sixteen?" Regina wasn't ignoring him. How could she ignore those lazy, slow caresses, especially over the lightly bruised bite on her shoulder, that all spoke so possessively he might as well be signing his name to her skin? They'd just been talking about something important enough to make it worth talking while cuddling.
She did refrain from fondling him, deliberately brushing against the bite mark she'd left on his inner thigh, but only because it felt awkward, uncomfortable, to mix that much intimacy with discussion of a child.
"The more you tell her what not to do, the more she's going to fight you on it. The trick is to get her to talk to you about things, so you know when she really needs your help," she told him, and then let herself nuzzle against his hand and appreciate his touch.
"Most men pay their compliments before they get laid, you know," she murmured when she leaned in to kiss the side of his neck, just beneath his ear. "But you aren't most men. You're nothing like them. And when you tell me I'm beautiful, I feel beautiful. Thank you, Neil."
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-30 06:34 am (UTC)She did refrain from fondling him, deliberately brushing against the bite mark she'd left on his inner thigh, but only because it felt awkward, uncomfortable, to mix that much intimacy with discussion of a child.
"The more you tell her what not to do, the more she's going to fight you on it. The trick is to get her to talk to you about things, so you know when she really needs your help," she told him, and then let herself nuzzle against his hand and appreciate his touch.
"Most men pay their compliments before they get laid, you know," she murmured when she leaned in to kiss the side of his neck, just beneath his ear. "But you aren't most men. You're nothing like them. And when you tell me I'm beautiful, I feel beautiful. Thank you, Neil."