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Standard disclaimers apply…
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"Trowa," she whined.
"Hmmm…"
"It's my turn," she moved forward to wrap her arms around his
neck.
Obscuring his view.
"I haven't got through this round yet," he muttered in response,
shrugging of her embrace.
She pouted at his dismissal. Eyes narrowing as a plan formed. She
turned on her heel and left the room. He remained absorbed in his
game. Minutes later she returned, her jeans and sweater replaced by
lacy lingerie and a silk robe.
He continued to play the game, completely enamored with the small
device.
"Dammit, Trowa Barton! Look at me!"
"Just a sec," he muttered.
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