She laughs, conceding defeat. He's right, not a single soul in the entire hall will believe he is doing anything more than bending her in half and fucking her with all the pent-up fury a year or more's separation can bring.
"Alright, alright. You'll have to let go of me, first. I can't very well attend the meal still sat in your lap."
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Date: 2020-09-15 06:14 pm (UTC)"Alright, alright. You'll have to let go of me, first. I can't very well attend the meal still sat in your lap."