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"God I hate decisions" she replied, rolling her eyes playfully.
"God I hate decisions" she replied, rolling her eyes playfully.
“You must choose. Time is of the essence, m’lady,” he teased.
She hummed softly before kissing him again, falling back onto the couch. "I can't decide." she hummed.
“Mmm, you must,” he insisted before kissing her deeply.
She slipped a small, involuntary moan as her back pressed against the couch and his hips pressed into hers.
He pushed her deeper into the cushions. “Have you made your decision, m’lady?” he asked with a smirk.
"I have a question for you," she replied, moaning lightly again.
“Ask me anything, m’lady,” he muttered, moving her hair out of her face.
"Promise me this isn't just a fling" she muttered, looking into his eyes
"Never, m'lady. I wouldn't do that to you," he said, looking at her earnestly.
"Then shall we continue?" she asked, kissing his lips teasingly.
(Wanna time skip soon?)
"Whatever you like, m'lady," he smirked, cupping the back of her head to draw her in passionately.
(To the morning?)
(Sure! would they have been frisky or just fallen asleep?)
(Let's just go with fell asleep. Cool?)
(That sounds good to me :) should they grab coffee in the morning.)
(Yeah! Good idea! ;D)
(Alright!)
She woke up that morning in his arms, humming softly. She felt safe, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. She snuggled closer to him, bringing the comforter closer to their bodies.
Christian blinked awake with Megan under him. He rolled over on the couch so she was on top of him again. “Morning, m’lady,” he murmured against her cheek.
"Morning" she replied, snuggling closer to him.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, remembering how she’d fallen asleep last night only minutes before him.
"Yes," she replied, remembering a nightmare but deciding not to tell him.
“Are you sure?” he asked, cupping her cheek and looking into her eyes.
She knew she was a terrible lier but she hoped that luck would be on her side. "I'm sure" she smiled, kissing him quickly on the cheek before hiding her face in her chest.
“M’lady…” he hummed, stroking her hair gently.
"Hm?" she asked, enjoying his hands running gently through her hair.
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