[ She stops. Well, stops nibbling and tugging, anyway. Her fingers are still on his other ear, but they're just lingering. Her nose is touching the top of his head, and she's... inhaling. ]
To think that I haven't even really gone at you, and yet it's already like this. You really are repressed, aren't you.
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[ She stops. Well, stops nibbling and tugging, anyway. Her fingers are still on his other ear, but they're just lingering. Her nose is touching the top of his head, and she's... inhaling. ]
To think that I haven't even really gone at you, and yet it's already like this. You really are repressed, aren't you.