then stop jerkin off and fucking wire it you perv you gotta have a heart to melt it
( moving stings, that note of pain-pleasure in her register, singing sweetly. begrudgingly, she sneaks one lingering glance at ash's sleeping form — a statue, hard and marble, perfectly presdential — and shuffles into a robe. rosebud-pink, starlet satin. a softer embrace than most of the hands that cup her skin, but only ever for a little while. )
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you gotta have a heart to melt it
( moving stings, that note of pain-pleasure in her register, singing sweetly. begrudgingly, she sneaks one lingering glance at ash's sleeping form — a statue, hard and marble, perfectly presdential — and shuffles into a robe. rosebud-pink, starlet satin. a softer embrace than most of the hands that cup her skin, but only ever for a little while. )