amop-series #51
/REPEAT OFFENDER/
Sharon Raydor wrenched her front door open with a rigid, stilted movement that certainly conveyed her irritation upon the early morning wake-up call, or maybe it was aggravation based upon the fact that the wake-up call consisted of erratic knocking and ringing her door bell nonstop on Andrew Flynn’s part while he tried to balance two coffee cups in one hand and the grocery bag with breakfast in the other, a wide smile in place despite the early hour.
Andy stopped just short of knocking once again, his hand raised and the grocery bag hanging from the nook of his elbow and instead he elongated his fingers into a greeting wave.
“Hey you,” he smiled.
“What?” Sharon bit out somewhat sourly, the short gruff word rather uncharacteristic but it did compliment the frustrated expression and the way she had her arms crossed in a defensive maneuver.
Andy was more engrossed in her outfit than focused on her annoyance, the unusual hairdo with a sloppy ponytail that left a few strands that curled wet and dark around her neck and shoulders enticing on its own merit.
However, what got his blood boiling was the night robe she wore, flimsy material that stopped well above her knees and clung to her frame.
For all practices and purposes she might as well have greeted him stark naked, he thought distractedly as his eyes roamed further on, the places where the robe stuck to wet skin beneath telling him she had been in the middle of a shower - a fact he found rather odd considering the hour. His eyes landed on her bare feet, the toenails painted a deep blue.
“I, erm,” Andy stuttered, too preoccupied to remember why he was on her doorstep, “well, yeah - hey.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she gave him a narrowed look, her lips twitching, “Please pick your jaw up from the floor.”
“I would but I think it’s permanently stuck,” Andy retorted with a smirk.
“What on earth are you doing here, lieutenant? It’s not even 7 am.”
She sounded perturbed.
Andy gave a nonchalant shrug in return, turning up his smile, “Is this the way you greet all your guests?” he leaned against the doorframe with a shoulder, not disguising the appraising look, “Because if that’s the deal, I think we have to work on your bedside manners a bit.”
She narrowed her eyes even further and the crossed arms tensed, “I was in my bathtub, lieutenant, and I hardly need to consider my manners when you show up unannounced wreaking havoc on my door with your incessant knocking.”
Andy’s smile grew proportionally, “I wouldn’t be knocking incessantly if you’d answered your door.”
“I would have answered my door if you’d showed up at a reasonable hour.”
Andy grinned, “You are obviously in a dire caffeine deficit.”
She pursed her lips, her eyes on the coffee cups in his hand, “And you are here with the express purpose of rectifying my deficit then? Is that it?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “and I even brought you breakfast being the charitable person that I am.”
She hummed in a throaty fashion, “Charitable.”
“Yeah, I can be charitable.”
“Naturally.”
“Yeah, yeah. By the way, Captain, you look,” he paused deliberately and smiled at the area around the hem of her robe, “wet.”
Sharon tilted her head and her lips twitched into malice, “Did you come here, at the crack of dawn nonetheless, to annoy me? Because I have the capacity and resources to have you on administrative leave before you can say ‘union rep’.”
Andy shrugged, “I thought you would be up.”
“I could have been peacefully asleep, Andy,” she said, a little strain to the tone.
“I knew you would be up,” Andy smiled, “and seeing we have to attend the same funeral, I thought we could carpool.”
“Lieutenant,” Sharon sighed in resignation.
“So,” he emphasized the goods in his hands, the grocery bag in his right hand swinging with the motion, “are you gonna let me in? Or do I have to beg?”
Her features softened somewhat and she shook her head fractionally, “Whatever am I going to do with you.”
“You could let me in and share breakfast with a friend, huh?”
Sharon smiled in return along with a headshake. She opened the door further and inclined her head before she left him and padded towards her kitchen. Andy followed her path, his eyes on her behind.
“Stop staring,” she tossed over her shoulder, the order sounding remarkably like a humorous comment.
Andy smiled to himself and quickly discarded his shoes before he sauntered further inside her apartment, his uniform cap finding a clean resting place on her kitchen table.
“Plates?” Sharon asked over her shoulder when he approached the kitchen counter.
Andy nodded in affirmation, his eyes once again fixed on that hemline when she stood up on tiptoe to reach a top shelf. It inched up and he was only too content to ogle the back of her thighs.
Shit.
This was a recipe for a hard-on if there ever were one.
He adjusted his belt a bit, and loosened his tie an inch on an afterthought.
Damn uniform.
It was too hot and uncomfortable to wear this early in the morning, even more so when Sharon pranced around in barely a stitch. It did not help much that he was all bothered and full to the brim with desire, not to mention that the day would only bring more heat when the sun topped the sky.
“So, what brings you here with breakfast and everything,” Sharon asked, her back to him for a split second before she turned around with two plates in her arms. She arched a derisive eyebrow, “Is this an attempt to lure information out of me?”
Andy put the grocery bag up on the kitchen counter and took out a large box with an assortment of fresh fruit.
He furrowed his brow, not understanding her question, “What information?”
Sharon gave him a probing look.
Andy shook his head and then bestowed a cheeky grin on her, “I’m strictly here on personal business, Captain.”
Sharon gave a half slanted smile, “So, you simply woke up with an intense desire to bring me breakfast?”
Andy answered honestly, “I felt like seeing you, and well, it’s a shitty day with the funeral and everything.”
She nodded, the motion slow.
Andy pulled out another box from the grocery bag, this one warm, “Pancake?”
Her mouth twitched on one side and then eventually she smiled in a soft fashion, “Why is it that you always seem to surprise me when I least expect it?”
Andy chuckled, “I don't know. Impeccable timing?”
She snorted, “No, that is decidedly not the reason.”
Andy laughed at her comment and then he neatly arranged the many pancakes on the two plates in front of him, eyeing Sharon who was trying to disguise the way she was overtly looking for the syrup.
“So, why are you soaking in your bathtub at this ungodly hour?” he asked out of curiosity, taking the little container with syrup out of the bag and pouring the sugary substance on top of the pancakes with a knowing smile.
Her smile disappeared and with a shrug she replied matter of fact, “I couldn’t sleep and needed to relax.”
Andy moved one of the coffee cups toward her with a nod, “Any particular reason?”
She gave him an annoyed look, “Yes, but it’s inconsequential.”
Andy knitted his eyebrows together, “Inconsequential? How?”
“Andy,” she sighed in warning.
He quickly raised his hands in apology, “Sorry, sorry.”
She blew air out of her pursed mouth and then after a hesitant sip of her coffee, she fixed her eyes on him again. This time he caught the undertone of indecision in her expression.
“Jack called,” she told him in a rushed voice before she tilted her head, obviously awaiting some kind of explosive reaction.
Andy tried to appear nonchalant, “Okay.”
She sighed again, “He woke me up at 4 am, ranting.”
“And that’s the reason you couldn’t sleep?”
She hummed.
Andy took a step closer, his hand briefly out on her shoulder, “Hey, we are past all this crap with me and my insecurities. I am not going to go ballistic at the mere mention of his name, okay.”
Her lips trembled into a vague smile.
Andy continued, “You can share all that with me.”
She nodded, “Oh, he just ruined my mood - nothing more.”
“Hey, I think that’s pretty much of a bother. Happens everytime I have to talk to the ex as well.”
She smiled, “I know - I have been privy to your phone conversations with her after all.”
Andy grinned, his thumb in a caress on her shoulder now.
Her lips pursed and her eyes crinkled.
It seemed natural to lean down and capture her lips, the kiss gentle and brief.
When he made a move to break away, her hand landed on his neck and beckoned him forward, the pressure of her lips on his intensifying, insistent.
Andy gladly obliged.
“You clean up nice,” Sharon commented when they broke apart for air, her eyes warm and connected with his before they averted. She hummed and her hands slid from the front of his chest and down his abdomen in a slow caress.
Andy sucked in air when he felt her fingers nearing his belt and then continue on downwards, the tingling trail that outlined his clothed erection.
Her tongue went out briefly and licked her lower lip, the motion enthralling, “I do enjoy you all suited up in uniform.”
“And I really enjoy you naked,” Andy retorted back, his own hands sneaking under her robe and finding warm skin.
Sharon hummed contently, “Do you want to have se-”
Andy quickly interrupted her with a raised eyebrow, “Of course.”
She smiled, “Eager, are we?”
He pushed his hip into her hand, “You be the judge.”
She palmed his crotch with a lopsided smirk, “You seem to have a little problem.”
Andy cleared his throat and shook his head, his tone wry when he corrected her, “You mean big.”
She rolled her eyes in slow motion, her smile curving more, “Oh I’m sorry, you are right. You seem to have a big problem.”
She then dropped to her knees, one hand going up to his belt. She looked up and purposefully tucked in her bottom lip, the look she gave him anything but bashful.
“Do you think you will be able to not jerk your semen this and that way when you come?”
Sharon had a knack for being unbelievable direct and sultry when it came to sex sometimes, and yet at other times she seemed almost shy.
“Because otherwise your uniform will be desecrated beyond repair,” she smiled sweetly, voice honeyed.
Andy cleared his throat, “I don’t know.” He tried to keep his face from crumbling into a massive smug smile and succeeded halfway, the corners of his mouth trembling, “Or you could just swallow.”
“Mmhm,” she raised an amused eyebrow.
She then unbelted his pants and unzipped his pants, quick to move his gun and handcuffs and the holsters up on the counter, far out of reach. His pants pooled around his legs and then his boxers followed.
She continued to look up at him, her hand moving down along his abdomen and then sliding around the base of his shaft with a firm grip. She started up a slow rhythm, her hand going up and down while her lips parted more and more till the smile seemed more devilish than comforting.
Her slender fingers were so tightly coiled around him that he closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing, swallowing what felt like pent up energy that was finally about to be released.
Andy reached out a hand and held onto the counter.
The rhythm of her hand was then followed with the motion of lips sucking around the tip of his cock and he abruptly opened his eyes again.
Fuck.
From his vantage point he had a glorious view of her auburn hair, the tumble of wet curls down her back when he reached in and undid the clasp that had held her hair up.
This would end up embarrassing he thought briefly, not sure he would last much longer. It was practically sinful. It was hot and slick as hell, that was what is was. Fucking unbelievable.
She hummed around his head, the floor of her mouth and the softness of her tongue enveloping him and it sent the tip of his cock into coiled tension.
“Just a casual reminder for you,” Andy groaned, “I’m fucking old and there’s no way in hell I am ready for round two before we have to leave. I think being late to Delk's funeral will be frowned upon.”
Andy continued, “I’m just saying, if you wanna have fun with that,” he gave a jerk in the direction of his erection, “it’s not gonna work if I come now.”
Sharon looked up with a sly look, her lips letting go of his head with a wet sound, “Oh don’t worry honey, I’m not going to suck you till you come.”
She then bounced to her feet in one quick motion and the hand around his cock disappeared leaving him with an ache and a cold feeling.
Andy pouted.
She quirked one eyebrow and patted his cheek.
She took a few strides away, her steps taking her toward the sofa.
“Come here,” Sharon beckoned with a curled finger, her voice low and soft. Andy obliged and managed to get out of the bunched pants and boxers around his feet, walking bare from the waist down bar the socks on his feet till he reached Sharon in front of her sofa. He watched as she occupied herself with untying his black uniform tie, her movements slow and suggestive.
“One of these days we are going to have to talk,” she said, the look she gave him a contradiction to the seriousness of the words.
“Talk about?”
“You, me and you know,” she answered cryptically.
Andy smiled and stole a kiss from her mouth, “I know.”
“But not now,” she told him and he agreed.
“Turn around,” Andy told her in a growl and she obeyed, her elbows resting on the arm of her sofa and her ass nicely in position.
Andy pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, his hands pushing her robe away before they came to rest on her hips.
He slid into her, her hand briefly around his cock to guide him.
“Fuck,” Sharon breathed in a low tone that seemed to condense upon contact with air, throaty and on the brink of changing pitch into something higher.
“Yeah, that’s the general idea,” Andrew Flynn quipped in a raspy voice, tinted by the fact that he was occupied by the feeling of being inside her, his hands with an iron grip around her hips when he thrust into her again.
“Oh shut up,” she huffed and backed into him, the last of the ‘up’ turning into a moan instead.
Her back arched again and she let out a little frustrated huff; which only meant he was supposed to speed up.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. More fucking, less talking,” Andy growled and he gripped harder around her flesh, enjoying the way he could make her breathe differently with a few well-measured moves.
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Sharon Raydor wrenched her front door open with a rigid, stilted movement that certainly conveyed her irritation upon the early morning wake-up call, or maybe it was aggravation based upon the fact that the wake-up call consisted of erratic knocking and ringing her door bell nonstop on Andrew Flynn’s part while he tried to balance two coffee cups in one hand and the grocery bag with breakfast in the other, a wide smile in place despite the early hour.
Andy stopped just short of knocking once again, his hand raised and the grocery bag hanging from the nook of his elbow and instead he elongated his fingers into a greeting wave.
“Hey you,” he smiled.
“What?” Sharon bit out somewhat sourly, the short gruff word rather uncharacteristic but it did compliment the frustrated expression and the way she had her arms crossed in a defensive maneuver.
Andy was more engrossed in her outfit than focused on her annoyance, the unusual hairdo with a sloppy ponytail that left a few strands that curled wet and dark around her neck and shoulders enticing on its own merit.
However, what got his blood boiling was the night robe she wore, flimsy material that stopped well above her knees and clung to her frame.
For all practices and purposes she might as well have greeted him stark naked, he thought distractedly as his eyes roamed further on, the places where the robe stuck to wet skin beneath telling him she had been in the middle of a shower - a fact he found rather odd considering the hour. His eyes landed on her bare feet, the toenails painted a deep blue.
“I, erm,” Andy stuttered, too preoccupied to remember why he was on her doorstep, “well, yeah - hey.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she gave him a narrowed look, her lips twitching, “Please pick your jaw up from the floor.”
“I would but I think it’s permanently stuck,” Andy retorted with a smirk.
“What on earth are you doing here, lieutenant? It’s not even 7 am.”
She sounded perturbed.
Andy gave a nonchalant shrug in return, turning up his smile, “Is this the way you greet all your guests?” he leaned against the doorframe with a shoulder, not disguising the appraising look, “Because if that’s the deal, I think we have to work on your bedside manners a bit.”
She narrowed her eyes even further and the crossed arms tensed, “I was in my bathtub, lieutenant, and I hardly need to consider my manners when you show up unannounced wreaking havoc on my door with your incessant knocking.”
Andy’s smile grew proportionally, “I wouldn’t be knocking incessantly if you’d answered your door.”
“I would have answered my door if you’d showed up at a reasonable hour.”
Andy grinned, “You are obviously in a dire caffeine deficit.”
She pursed her lips, her eyes on the coffee cups in his hand, “And you are here with the express purpose of rectifying my deficit then? Is that it?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “and I even brought you breakfast being the charitable person that I am.”
She hummed in a throaty fashion, “Charitable.”
“Yeah, I can be charitable.”
“Naturally.”
“Yeah, yeah. By the way, Captain, you look,” he paused deliberately and smiled at the area around the hem of her robe, “wet.”
Sharon tilted her head and her lips twitched into malice, “Did you come here, at the crack of dawn nonetheless, to annoy me? Because I have the capacity and resources to have you on administrative leave before you can say ‘union rep’.”
Andy shrugged, “I thought you would be up.”
“I could have been peacefully asleep, Andy,” she said, a little strain to the tone.
“I knew you would be up,” Andy smiled, “and seeing we have to attend the same funeral, I thought we could carpool.”
“Lieutenant,” Sharon sighed in resignation.
“So,” he emphasized the goods in his hands, the grocery bag in his right hand swinging with the motion, “are you gonna let me in? Or do I have to beg?”
Her features softened somewhat and she shook her head fractionally, “Whatever am I going to do with you.”
“You could let me in and share breakfast with a friend, huh?”
Sharon smiled in return along with a headshake. She opened the door further and inclined her head before she left him and padded towards her kitchen. Andy followed her path, his eyes on her behind.
“Stop staring,” she tossed over her shoulder, the order sounding remarkably like a humorous comment.
Andy smiled to himself and quickly discarded his shoes before he sauntered further inside her apartment, his uniform cap finding a clean resting place on her kitchen table.
“Plates?” Sharon asked over her shoulder when he approached the kitchen counter.
Andy nodded in affirmation, his eyes once again fixed on that hemline when she stood up on tiptoe to reach a top shelf. It inched up and he was only too content to ogle the back of her thighs.
Shit.
This was a recipe for a hard-on if there ever were one.
He adjusted his belt a bit, and loosened his tie an inch on an afterthought.
Damn uniform.
It was too hot and uncomfortable to wear this early in the morning, even more so when Sharon pranced around in barely a stitch. It did not help much that he was all bothered and full to the brim with desire, not to mention that the day would only bring more heat when the sun topped the sky.
“So, what brings you here with breakfast and everything,” Sharon asked, her back to him for a split second before she turned around with two plates in her arms. She arched a derisive eyebrow, “Is this an attempt to lure information out of me?”
Andy put the grocery bag up on the kitchen counter and took out a large box with an assortment of fresh fruit.
He furrowed his brow, not understanding her question, “What information?”
Sharon gave him a probing look.
Andy shook his head and then bestowed a cheeky grin on her, “I’m strictly here on personal business, Captain.”
Sharon gave a half slanted smile, “So, you simply woke up with an intense desire to bring me breakfast?”
Andy answered honestly, “I felt like seeing you, and well, it’s a shitty day with the funeral and everything.”
She nodded, the motion slow.
Andy pulled out another box from the grocery bag, this one warm, “Pancake?”
Her mouth twitched on one side and then eventually she smiled in a soft fashion, “Why is it that you always seem to surprise me when I least expect it?”
Andy chuckled, “I don't know. Impeccable timing?”
She snorted, “No, that is decidedly not the reason.”
Andy laughed at her comment and then he neatly arranged the many pancakes on the two plates in front of him, eyeing Sharon who was trying to disguise the way she was overtly looking for the syrup.
“So, why are you soaking in your bathtub at this ungodly hour?” he asked out of curiosity, taking the little container with syrup out of the bag and pouring the sugary substance on top of the pancakes with a knowing smile.
Her smile disappeared and with a shrug she replied matter of fact, “I couldn’t sleep and needed to relax.”
Andy moved one of the coffee cups toward her with a nod, “Any particular reason?”
She gave him an annoyed look, “Yes, but it’s inconsequential.”
Andy knitted his eyebrows together, “Inconsequential? How?”
“Andy,” she sighed in warning.
He quickly raised his hands in apology, “Sorry, sorry.”
She blew air out of her pursed mouth and then after a hesitant sip of her coffee, she fixed her eyes on him again. This time he caught the undertone of indecision in her expression.
“Jack called,” she told him in a rushed voice before she tilted her head, obviously awaiting some kind of explosive reaction.
Andy tried to appear nonchalant, “Okay.”
She sighed again, “He woke me up at 4 am, ranting.”
“And that’s the reason you couldn’t sleep?”
She hummed.
Andy took a step closer, his hand briefly out on her shoulder, “Hey, we are past all this crap with me and my insecurities. I am not going to go ballistic at the mere mention of his name, okay.”
Her lips trembled into a vague smile.
Andy continued, “You can share all that with me.”
She nodded, “Oh, he just ruined my mood - nothing more.”
“Hey, I think that’s pretty much of a bother. Happens everytime I have to talk to the ex as well.”
She smiled, “I know - I have been privy to your phone conversations with her after all.”
Andy grinned, his thumb in a caress on her shoulder now.
Her lips pursed and her eyes crinkled.
It seemed natural to lean down and capture her lips, the kiss gentle and brief.
When he made a move to break away, her hand landed on his neck and beckoned him forward, the pressure of her lips on his intensifying, insistent.
Andy gladly obliged.
“You clean up nice,” Sharon commented when they broke apart for air, her eyes warm and connected with his before they averted. She hummed and her hands slid from the front of his chest and down his abdomen in a slow caress.
Andy sucked in air when he felt her fingers nearing his belt and then continue on downwards, the tingling trail that outlined his clothed erection.
Her tongue went out briefly and licked her lower lip, the motion enthralling, “I do enjoy you all suited up in uniform.”
“And I really enjoy you naked,” Andy retorted back, his own hands sneaking under her robe and finding warm skin.
Sharon hummed contently, “Do you want to have se-”
Andy quickly interrupted her with a raised eyebrow, “Of course.”
She smiled, “Eager, are we?”
He pushed his hip into her hand, “You be the judge.”
She palmed his crotch with a lopsided smirk, “You seem to have a little problem.”
Andy cleared his throat and shook his head, his tone wry when he corrected her, “You mean big.”
She rolled her eyes in slow motion, her smile curving more, “Oh I’m sorry, you are right. You seem to have a big problem.”
She then dropped to her knees, one hand going up to his belt. She looked up and purposefully tucked in her bottom lip, the look she gave him anything but bashful.
“Do you think you will be able to not jerk your semen this and that way when you come?”
Sharon had a knack for being unbelievable direct and sultry when it came to sex sometimes, and yet at other times she seemed almost shy.
“Because otherwise your uniform will be desecrated beyond repair,” she smiled sweetly, voice honeyed.
Andy cleared his throat, “I don’t know.” He tried to keep his face from crumbling into a massive smug smile and succeeded halfway, the corners of his mouth trembling, “Or you could just swallow.”
“Mmhm,” she raised an amused eyebrow.
She then unbelted his pants and unzipped his pants, quick to move his gun and handcuffs and the holsters up on the counter, far out of reach. His pants pooled around his legs and then his boxers followed.
She continued to look up at him, her hand moving down along his abdomen and then sliding around the base of his shaft with a firm grip. She started up a slow rhythm, her hand going up and down while her lips parted more and more till the smile seemed more devilish than comforting.
Her slender fingers were so tightly coiled around him that he closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing, swallowing what felt like pent up energy that was finally about to be released.
Andy reached out a hand and held onto the counter.
The rhythm of her hand was then followed with the motion of lips sucking around the tip of his cock and he abruptly opened his eyes again.
Fuck.
From his vantage point he had a glorious view of her auburn hair, the tumble of wet curls down her back when he reached in and undid the clasp that had held her hair up.
This would end up embarrassing he thought briefly, not sure he would last much longer. It was practically sinful. It was hot and slick as hell, that was what is was. Fucking unbelievable.
She hummed around his head, the floor of her mouth and the softness of her tongue enveloping him and it sent the tip of his cock into coiled tension.
“Just a casual reminder for you,” Andy groaned, “I’m fucking old and there’s no way in hell I am ready for round two before we have to leave. I think being late to Delk's funeral will be frowned upon.”
Andy continued, “I’m just saying, if you wanna have fun with that,” he gave a jerk in the direction of his erection, “it’s not gonna work if I come now.”
Sharon looked up with a sly look, her lips letting go of his head with a wet sound, “Oh don’t worry honey, I’m not going to suck you till you come.”
She then bounced to her feet in one quick motion and the hand around his cock disappeared leaving him with an ache and a cold feeling.
Andy pouted.
She quirked one eyebrow and patted his cheek.
She took a few strides away, her steps taking her toward the sofa.
“Come here,” Sharon beckoned with a curled finger, her voice low and soft. Andy obliged and managed to get out of the bunched pants and boxers around his feet, walking bare from the waist down bar the socks on his feet till he reached Sharon in front of her sofa. He watched as she occupied herself with untying his black uniform tie, her movements slow and suggestive.
“One of these days we are going to have to talk,” she said, the look she gave him a contradiction to the seriousness of the words.
“Talk about?”
“You, me and you know,” she answered cryptically.
Andy smiled and stole a kiss from her mouth, “I know.”
“But not now,” she told him and he agreed.
“Turn around,” Andy told her in a growl and she obeyed, her elbows resting on the arm of her sofa and her ass nicely in position.
Andy pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, his hands pushing her robe away before they came to rest on her hips.
He slid into her, her hand briefly around his cock to guide him.
“Fuck,” Sharon breathed in a low tone that seemed to condense upon contact with air, throaty and on the brink of changing pitch into something higher.
“Yeah, that’s the general idea,” Andrew Flynn quipped in a raspy voice, tinted by the fact that he was occupied by the feeling of being inside her, his hands with an iron grip around her hips when he thrust into her again.
“Oh shut up,” she huffed and backed into him, the last of the ‘up’ turning into a moan instead.
Her back arched again and she let out a little frustrated huff; which only meant he was supposed to speed up.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. More fucking, less talking,” Andy growled and he gripped harder around her flesh, enjoying the way he could make her breathe differently with a few well-measured moves.
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