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Fitzwilliam Darcy (mrdarcy_) wrote in spinningcompass,

Oh. Of course that was now the norm. He felt himself blush a little, realising how silly and old-fashioned he had to seem. “Ah. In mine, I’m meant to be very serious and seek out your father now,” he admitted. It was quite a contrast. What he’d actually tell him given the circumstances, he didn’t know. He couldn’t offer her any pin-money, any allowance, no share of any estate- what could she even want with it on a space station without currency anyway? There was nothing really to discuss, not in terms he would have expected at home anyway.

He was quickly roused from these thoughts by Ashley, as if she had read his mind about the filth, climbing back into his lap. Even just at that he gasped a little, giving her a questioning look. She had quite the grin on her face. He let her take his hands, and his face must have been an absolute picture of surprise.

She was barely wearing a thing - he could tell right away that she was wearing nothing else under the very flimsy material, and he could feel his heart racing again at the feeling of her breasts beneath his hands. “Are you trying to kill me, Elle?” he drawled eventually, although he made absolutely no move to pull away or ask her to stop.