Adrian had to work to get his feet moving towards her or, rather, he had to
work to not run over and snatch her up into his arms. But walk he did,
slowly and deliberately, like the panther he shifted into. "That's not my
stomach," he commented in the same low growl.
When he was beside her, his hand rested briefly on her back before sliding
down to her ass, giving it a squeeze. "Do that again. With the chocolate."
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Date: 2014-12-20 01:59 pm (UTC)Adrian had to work to get his feet moving towards her or, rather, he had to work to not run over and snatch her up into his arms. But walk he did, slowly and deliberately, like the panther he shifted into. "That's not my stomach," he commented in the same low growl.
When he was beside her, his hand rested briefly on her back before sliding down to her ass, giving it a squeeze. "Do that again. With the chocolate."
Because why not torture himself?