Tommy sighed and swore. He could feel the whisper of her witchy-powers on him, the sweetness of it. He didn't need that, but it still felt good. He picked up his pace a little, clung to her. A sort of desperation as he clung to her.
"Ah, chakano, you know I don't need that." But it feels lovely. She feels lovely. "My lovely girl. Oh, Nina..."
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Date: 2019-10-21 10:08 pm (UTC)"Ah, chakano, you know I don't need that." But it feels lovely. She feels lovely. "My lovely girl. Oh, Nina..."