[ she looks down and swallows ]
Oh. Right.
Let me see your tits.
[ something about the way he says it— no sign of hesitation… it makes her want to be brave, too; her fingers fumble at the buttons of her shirt and she locks her gaze with his as the fabric is peeled away from ivory skin— no bra ]
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Mmm, your tits are great.
… t-thank you.
You’re welcome.
[ playfully, not thinking much of it: ]
You haven’t exactly seen ‘em, though.
I felt them against my chest.
[ she looks down and swallows ]
Oh. Right.
Mmm, your tits are great.
… t-thank you.
You’re welcome.
[ playfully, not thinking much of it: ]
You haven’t exactly seen ‘em, though.
Don’t play with the coy smile.
… wasn’t playing.
Fact, I was just smilin’.
Sure, sure.
… you don’t have to believe me.
True, you could be lying for all I know.
… mm, but I ain’t.
Slowly, The Countess leaned forward to look into her eyes. “What plagues your mind this evening?”
“Just a bad night. That’s all. I’ll get over it,” Addison explained coolly, crossing her arms. “Is there anything I could be doin’ right now? Chores? Anything?”
“Yes, there are tiles to be moped of the red stains and green from the hallway. It seems one of the guards nicked himself when he removed a small creature from my home,” she replied in kind, her arms moving to snake about her own waist.
“Sure, I can… I can get on that right away,” Addison nodded— anything to keep herself busy and out of the way of conversation. She nearly asked about the guard, but when she remembered Claudia’s words, she decided against it.
