Stop him? With what he was doing it was tricky just to -think- even if she did intend to stop him. And, well, the idea of making him stop did pass her mind briefly. It popped up and dispersed right about at the time she felt his tongue brushing against the skin. It earned him a low gasp, her fingers twitching sharp against his back when he nipped her skin. She squirmed with a low whimper, "..nghod, N-Natsu.." Seriously, thinking of making him stop? Why the heck would she ever want to do that.
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Date: 2014-12-27 02:19 am (UTC)From: