Watching him, Xanthippe almost forgot what it was for, a little lost in the weird bit of pride that she'd picked and bought something that could have him looking it over with admiration.
It also meant she had a moment to gather her composure. Which in turn meant that when he spoke again, her reaction was a rough little laugh, instead of just... melting into a puddle.
"Hot."
Though the 'melting into a puddle' urge was definitely still there, too. It was actually living its best life where the words 'do you want to be my good girl?' were also still bouncing around in her brain. Which probably explained the shift in her expression, too: her dark eyes were sincere, expectant, and hopeful, as she asked, "Where do you want me?"
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It also meant she had a moment to gather her composure. Which in turn meant that when he spoke again, her reaction was a rough little laugh, instead of just... melting into a puddle.
"Hot."
Though the 'melting into a puddle' urge was definitely still there, too. It was actually living its best life where the words 'do you want to be my good girl?' were also still bouncing around in her brain. Which probably explained the shift in her expression, too: her dark eyes were sincere, expectant, and hopeful, as she asked, "Where do you want me?"