[ Yes, that does seem to curb the sharpness of her tongue. Even asking for it, she seems somehow surprised, like the touch is unexpected. Like she didn't quite know what would happen, or didn't think he'd give it to her with so little in the way of demanding or pleading.
His fingers are comparatively cool against the eager heat of her skin, send a shiver through her with an accompanying, barely-voiced gasp, and a toss of her head. Her eyes slide shut. ]
Say my name again. [ It tumbles out, before she's even realizing she said it aloud, only a whisper. ]
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His fingers are comparatively cool against the eager heat of her skin, send a shiver through her with an accompanying, barely-voiced gasp, and a toss of her head. Her eyes slide shut. ]
Say my name again. [ It tumbles out, before she's even realizing she said it aloud, only a whisper. ]