Kate wants to say...she wants to curl into his arms and skip dinner and have sex over and over. That's the lie she's telling herself about what she wants, but it's not doing much good to hide how much she wants...other things.
She stands up, weak-kneed, a fucking cliche, but at least it's a fucking cliche and turns on one high heel to face him, grinning. "You're just saying that because you know I'm leaving the house dripping with your come and it hits all your possessive kinks."
It's true. Even if it's not what part of her keeps trying to say at all.
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Date: 2011-11-22 02:24 am (UTC)She stands up, weak-kneed, a fucking cliche, but at least it's a fucking cliche and turns on one high heel to face him, grinning. "You're just saying that because you know I'm leaving the house dripping with your come and it hits all your possessive kinks."
It's true. Even if it's not what part of her keeps trying to say at all.