[He waits it out, waits her out, his hands going to her thighs, and then he pillows his head on her right leg and looks up at her. He's smiling. He's so fucking smug about it, too.]
[And he gets up, shoulders his shirt and gets dressed. He looks messy - he'll have ot get home before his girlfriend - but he doesn't look like he's just spent time between a girl's legs, somehow. He looks messily charming. Maybe that's the power Niall gave him.]
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Are you going to thank me?
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But, oh, is he good with his hands and tongue. ]
Should I?
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[He presses a barely there kiss against her thigh, frames her hips with his hands.]
Thanks for the show, Rose.
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[ Dear Lord, that mouth. ]
I'll keep you for a little while longer. That do?
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[He's more than smart enough to make sure Ashley doesn't get it. He rises up on his knees to bracket her head, kisses her on the mouth.]
All right, sweetheart, I have to go.
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( Having amazing sex, that's what. ) ] I'll think about it.
[ Drawing her fingertips over his chest. ] Try not to miss me too much.
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[And he gets up, shoulders his shirt and gets dressed. He looks messy - he'll have ot get home before his girlfriend - but he doesn't look like he's just spent time between a girl's legs, somehow. He looks messily charming. Maybe that's the power Niall gave him.]
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Lock the door on your way out? [ She stretches, naked and languid, her smile wicked. ] I feel like taking a nap.
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God, he loves fucking this girl.]