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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Susan poked her tongue out at him, disbelief written across her face. "I'm sure you haven't dear. You're practically a monk." She ran a finger down his chest and smirked at him. "You're 'proper sprung' on me? Really?"

She snorted at his intense need. "It was probably Prudentius. Seems like the kind of thing who would have written about, seeming as patience is one of the heavenly virtues. Am I heavenly, Carmichael? Is that what you're saying?" She ignored the comment about him eating her out, instead focusing on the comical expression on his face. "I don't know that they let you back into fancy restaurants if you come all over the carpet, dear. Don't do that," she said, blithely ignoring her hint. He was beginning to fray around the edges and she was slightly drunk with the power of it all.

"I do know my food groups," she laughed, before wagging her finger at him. "Although your sister and I have the same talent for stuffing our faces."

She laughed and allowed him to drag her across the table, wrapping her legs around his waist. Closing her eyes she kissed him and sliced her nails down his back. She would have set in for more when their rutting caused her hair to come close to one of the plates. Breaking away she laughed at pushed his face back. "Carry me somewhere where I won't get my hair ruined. By food at least," she laughed.