That mental image was...not what Emma was expecting, and she almost dumped her mead on both of them in surprise.
...in retrospect, it was almost unfortunate that she had caught herself, because otherwise she could have retorted with the offer to lick him clean.
<<That much of an exhibitionist, Mr. Priest?>> she retorted instead, taking a sip of her drink to give herself a moment to think. <<Our roommate might not appreciate something prettier on the table than his cooking.>>
<<Although if you think you can live up to your hype, I'm sure there's a secluded spot where you could whisper the sweet nothings I'm supposed to forget.>>
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Re: The Backyard: Mingling
Date: 2012-06-29 09:54 pm (UTC)...in retrospect, it was almost unfortunate that she had caught herself, because otherwise she could have retorted with the offer to lick him clean.
<<That much of an exhibitionist, Mr. Priest?>> she retorted instead, taking a sip of her drink to give herself a moment to think. <<Our roommate might not appreciate something prettier on the table than his cooking.>>
<<Although if you think you can live up to your hype, I'm sure there's a secluded spot where you could whisper the sweet nothings I'm supposed to forget.>>