[Ah. A game. This he at least gets. He relaxes, and grins, just as mischievously. He steps forward, gently herding her into the house, and closes the door to block the view of neighbors, before slipping his hands over her hips and pulling her close. He cheerfully fails to go groping for his glasses, willing to see what sort of game she has in mind.]
A forfeit, eh? [Nuzzles her hair, smiling as he does. She will catch the fondness, the amusement, the willingness to play, and the intense curiosity. Whatever is she up to?] Well, love, what do you have in mind?
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Date: 2011-09-08 07:30 pm (UTC)A forfeit, eh? [Nuzzles her hair, smiling as he does. She will catch the fondness, the amusement, the willingness to play, and the intense curiosity. Whatever is she up to?] Well, love, what do you have in mind?