Interlewd - Tops
I think the plan, according to Fran, was to drag to her bedroom and have her way with . A sort of reversal of last ti, maybe?
Only that's not what I wanted. Well... okay, so yes, getting pinned down by Fran, when she looked this hot and steamy and dangerous was very much the kind of thing I would have very nice dreams about, but I had already worked very hard to establish things here.
I liked Fran. That wasn't hard to admit. She was hot, passionate, smart and—
My inner monologue ran into a brick wall at a thousand miles and hour as Fran shoved back into the wall again, then ca in close. "You're thinking," she said.
"Yeah," I replied. I was so close I could feel her breath tickling my lips.
"You can stop doing that now," Fran replied. "Let help? It's the least I can do."
I grinned, then quick as I could, I reached up and tried to grab her hand. Only she moved it, and I ended up only grasping her around the wrist, our arms tangled together between us. "I'm fine," I said. "I wouldn't want to abuse your hospitality."
Fran's eyes widened a little. "Oh? But you'd abuse other things, wouldn't you?"
"Only within certain limits," I replied. "I'm a gentlelady like that." I stepped forwards.
Fran took only one step back before stopping both of us with a decisive click of her heel on the hardwood floor. She settled there, holding back. That step was enough to drag her into the light pouring in from the kitchen, and from the skyscrapers across the street. A thousand little dots of while caught in her eyes, sothing I'd have never been able to see with E-rank eyes.
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"Gentlelady?" she asked. "That's what you're going with?"
"Isn't it true?" I asked.
"As true as many of the other things you say," Fran replied.
"Are you saying that I'm a liar?" I asked.
She chuckled, deep and dark. "I think that you believe yourself very clever. You caught at a disadvantage last ti."
"Want to know a secret?" I asked.
"What?"
"If I didn't co to you, you ca to . Then things might have turned out a little different."
"I knew it," Fran hissed.
"Don't be annoyed. The way things turned out were nice for you, no?"
She flushed, then glared and stepped right up and into . I felt my eyes widen a little as her chest bumped into ... soft, was all I thought for a mont before Fran kissed .
It wasn't the smoothest kiss. It was rougher, demanding, almost forceful.
I think that Fran had decided that we were going to fuck, but she wanted to take charge, and that ant being a whole lot more aggressive than usual.
My breath hitched as I felt her hands land on my waist, then my hips. Her fingers shifted around and I felt a pull as she slid two fingers into the band of my pants and tugged. "Fran," I said. "Wait."
She actually slowed down, pulling out of the kiss. She was breathing heavy, the taste of expensive, mana-rich alcohol washing over . "What? Did... did you not want this?"
"Yeah, sorry, just, wasn't, uh, expecting it to go this fast," I said.
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