[ It's lame. It's corny. It's everything Matthias never would say. But perhaps that's not right—that's what the old Matthias wouldn't say, the man who was born and bred to be a soldier, not a partner, not a person.
He dips her low, his hands steady against her back, never once letting her slip or daring to tease her with it. When he draws her back up, he pulls her toward her so she's almost against his chest. ]
Should we try and claim a bed before all of them are gone? My wife deserves a thin hammock than to sleep sitting up on a rickety barrel.
[ And maybe he's warming up to the idea of some heavy petting. ]
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[ It's lame. It's corny. It's everything Matthias never would say. But perhaps that's not right—that's what the old Matthias wouldn't say, the man who was born and bred to be a soldier, not a partner, not a person.
He dips her low, his hands steady against her back, never once letting her slip or daring to tease her with it. When he draws her back up, he pulls her toward her so she's almost against his chest. ]
Should we try and claim a bed before all of them are gone? My wife deserves a thin hammock than to sleep sitting up on a rickety barrel.
[ And maybe he's warming up to the idea of some heavy petting. ]