aprimreaper whispered:

"She slipped beneath his arm, as was their shared habit, but today she cinched herself in just a bit closer, the soft crest of her corsetted bosom pushed into the tender part of his ribs. Leaning up on her toes, she snaked an arm around to comb fingers through his forelock, traced down the crest of his nose and brush the scruff of his chin as she kissed the shell of his ear. Lips brushing his pinna, Cecelia murmured "12:30. My office. Wear the kilt, regimental.""
Make my muse blush in five sentences or less.

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Eric’s heart fluttered, and his stomach tightened delightfully. She knew just how to drive him mad with anticipation. He leaned down to press his lips against her ear and reply in a gruff whisper, “Wouldnae keep ye waitin’ for anythin’, darlin’." 

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