[ Look at him, being responsible. She totally hadn't half-forgotten about the mess of plates and empty mugs behind her, though when he does shift it out of the way she plucks up the small container of remaining syrup, letting a few drops drip down his stomach before she sets it back on the bedside table. ]
Like I said. You're more than welcome to leave, if you want.
[ She flashes him a grin, settling herself to kneel between his legs before she dips her head down to lap up the syrup on his skin. ]
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Like I said. You're more than welcome to leave, if you want.
[ She flashes him a grin, settling herself to kneel between his legs before she dips her head down to lap up the syrup on his skin. ]