( well, well. that's new. it's startling enough to give her pause — charles is almost gentlemanly to a fault, with all the regal charm of a well bred englishman sucking clotted cream from a silver spoon. the abruptness? it's not not a turn on. in fact, it's indecently hot. it obviously comes from somewhere, and you wouldn't need to be a telepath to sense the heat of anger roiling off charles like thick beads of sweat — parisa can tell prodding him isn't the right move, at least not right now, when he's searching for an escape.
parisa, the ultimate wet dream, is only too happy to provide. )
I'll meet you in the library, Professor. ( suggestively, ) To start with. The night's young, and I have a big appetite. You know that, don't you?
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parisa, the ultimate wet dream, is only too happy to provide. )
I'll meet you in the library, Professor. ( suggestively, ) To start with. The night's young, and I have a big appetite. You know that, don't you?