Ooh, tongues could be going sensitive places, could they? Ariadne wiggled her eyebrow at him, amused and turned on in equal measures, which was one of her favourite states to be. "Good then," she said, sliding her leg forward between his, and lifting her wine glass at the same speed she lifted her ankle, running it up the inside of his leg. "Glad we're on the same page. Makes me wonder what else we'll have in common."
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