[The second Arthur pushes open the front door and steps into the apartment she realises she isn't alone, the trail of clothing that leads towards the bedroom only confirms who it is that's let themselves in.
With a smile, she pulls the satchel off over her head and shakes out of the black pea coat she's wearing, hanging them up on a hook by the front door.
She takes eager steps as she follows the bread crumbs to the bedroom, pushing the door all the way open, and even though this isn't the first time she's entered a room to find her girlfriend pleasuring herself she's still taken back by the sight.
She draws in a sharp breath, her body responding in interest while she stands and watches, taking in the scene.]
I would consider offering you a helping a hand, but it looks as if you have everything taken care of.
[She moans a little at the sound of Arthur's voice, two fingers slick inside her warm body as she arches back, tips her head to look over her shoulder at her. She bites down on her lip, lipgloss still sparkling and pulls away, turns a little to slide into a sitting position, already hungry expression falling on Arthur.
It's a little bad, the way she slides her fingers into her mouth to suck on them, cleaning her taste off her before she replies.] I wanted to get an early start on my homework, you know I'm so very eager.
Oh, I noticed. [Lip caught between teeth, she tugs at the flesh, taking slow, steady steps forward, eyes glinting with desire. It costs Arthur every ounce of self-control not to moan at the way she cleans off her fingers.
Beneath a black suit jacket she's wearing a white button-down blouse and a skirt that stops just above the knee, taking on the stern expression of a school master in preparation of giving a scolding.] You were supposed to do this particular assignment with me, were you not, Miss Eames? I'm terribly disappointed.
[And that, that's the reason she adores Arthur like this, always so ready to fall into line with Eames' every little whim, the way she plays along to their games. She's always loved her dearly, and it's quite clear on her face for a moment, affectionate, longing, before she clears it up, vacant little schoolgirl in her place.
Twirling a plait around her finger, she downcasts her eyes, bites her lip. Her voice comes out small, worried.] Am I going to get into trouble?
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With a smile, she pulls the satchel off over her head and shakes out of the black pea coat she's wearing, hanging them up on a hook by the front door.
She takes eager steps as she follows the bread crumbs to the bedroom, pushing the door all the way open, and even though this isn't the first time she's entered a room to find her girlfriend pleasuring herself she's still taken back by the sight.
She draws in a sharp breath, her body responding in interest while she stands and watches, taking in the scene.]
I would consider offering you a helping a hand, but it looks as if you have everything taken care of.
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It's a little bad, the way she slides her fingers into her mouth to suck on them, cleaning her taste off her before she replies.] I wanted to get an early start on my homework, you know I'm so very eager.
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Beneath a black suit jacket she's wearing a white button-down blouse and a skirt that stops just above the knee, taking on the stern expression of a school master in preparation of giving a scolding.] You were supposed to do this particular assignment with me, were you not, Miss Eames? I'm terribly disappointed.
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Twirling a plait around her finger, she downcasts her eyes, bites her lip. Her voice comes out small, worried.] Am I going to get into trouble?
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