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[polemyname]

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[polemyname]

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[Walking up next to you. really close.]

I'll, like, trust you.

[polemyname]

[That's okay, finger will instead slowly, very slowly, continue downwards, and trace a line over your chest. Meanwhile, the thumb of the other hand will start stroking the hand he's holding.]

But you're just, like, helping me, so I won't poke myself, okay? It's totally innocent~

[lietmeupinside]

[You get a little shiver at that, but am stepping back a bit, regardless.]

Poland- really. It's a bad idea.

[polemyname]

I have totally no idea what you're talking about?

[Will not let go of your hand though.]

[lietmeupinside]

Do you really want to- to have me help you and then have Princess Anastasia come back in?

[Hand is captured. :< ]

[polemyname]

[Will immedietly let go of your hand and go over to the door, and lock it.]

You, like, said something?

[lietmeupinside]

...what if she takes after him?

[polemyname]

C'mon, you're being way irrational.

[Will come back to you and step in close to you, not enough to be pressed against you, but leaving very little space. And then run a hand along your arm, till he reaches your hand and make you put it at his waist.]

[lietmeupinside]

I'm being reasonable.

[But that doesn't seem to stop the arm on your waist from holding on just a little bit tighter.]

[polemyname]

[Letting the hand leave and trace its way up your back instead. Also leaning up to whisper, breath hot against your ear.]

Are you?

[lietmeupinside]

[Can't quite bring himself to answer that one; just going to swallow, hard, and look away.]

[polemyname]

[Well, that will just make it easier for me to playfully nibble at your ear. You don't mind, right?]

[lietmeupinside]

[Hissing breath in between his teeth and jerking slightly at the contact, not able to work up the willpower to step away again.]

Poland...

[polemyname]

Seriously?

[Might be looking slightly hurt at it for a second before giving you a half-lidded look.]

Then why not, like, leave?

[lietmeupinside]

...because you can't get the dress off, right?

[polemyname]

[...You still believe in that one? Will laugh a little at that, but it's not an unkind laugh.]

It's, like, right here, Liet.

[And taking your hand to slide it under the skirt, close to where the pins holding it together are.]