(he does indeed turn, his electric blue gaze roving over her form. oda tilts his head down and a reverent hand traces the line of another surprise---maybe she will not immediately notice how he drinks in her splendid nakedness.)
And yours as well, (oda slants his lips against hers again, more insistent than the last.)
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And yours as well, (oda slants his lips against hers again, more insistent than the last.)