The land of She, She, and She... So, so sorry about this one.
She had her heart set on more hookups and maybe more than just fun. She even pieced together some sexy fashions just for the training room. She wasn't entirely surprised to learn that his skills weren't secret, but jealousy burned when she heard he left with her.
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He'd planned on giving her the top drawer. A place to put her things maybe keep clothes or something. He'd hoped shed eventually sleep over, maybe move in - when he let his fantasies take over. But all that would have to wait as his mostly unwelcomed house guest made himself comfortable in all the spots he'd carved out for her.
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Just when he had her relaxed, his hand finally up her shirt and hers pressing under his, the God Damned key turned in the lock and she slipped quickly off him. Back to square one.
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Her body has lied to her. Told her she needed touch to feel good. Told her that if she let it happen it would be a reward, worth it, what she needed. And each time it was a lie. There was no point in giving in to the whispers in her head or the ache in her thighs. She'd been fooled before.