"The man's not wrong," she admits, feeling the same things Astarion is - the same things, from the outside, that Jacob is.
"Strong," she answers Astarion - her hand trails through his fine, white hair as she shifts over on the bed again, eases back down to her back again. "You're gorgeous - both of you. Nothing hotter than a man can admit what he wants." She slides to where she can see the both of them above her, knees dropping open, dark eyes heavy. "Whenever you're ready."
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Date: 2024-11-17 06:48 pm (UTC)From:"Strong," she answers Astarion - her hand trails through his fine, white hair as she shifts over on the bed again, eases back down to her back again. "You're gorgeous - both of you. Nothing hotter than a man can admit what he wants." She slides to where she can see the both of them above her, knees dropping open, dark eyes heavy. "Whenever you're ready."