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Your Slave, Your Master (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

"Let me clean up and we can go watch some TV, ok?" She said as she stood, "You can hold me all night!"
 
He smiled and nodded again. Not exactly what he wanted, but if she was happy, he was more than happy.
 
She washed the dinner mess and moved to sit with him on the couch. It was always so tough having her so close.
 
She was so close, so dangerously close. Focus on the movie, not on her. Not on her.. wide hips. Her slim waist, her long legs- no. No, movie.
 
He was fading in and out of focus now. Keep it together. Hold it in. She wants to watch the movie, watch it
 
He looked different this time. Not stressed, but.. strangely satisfied? His expression was hard to read, but the growing outline in his pants was exactly the opposite.
 
She didn't really notice he was getting hard, being the airhead she was, she was more concerned about him dissociating, "Honey...?"
 
He was lost in fantasies, the flush on his face growing a bit as his expression twisted into something of a smirk, his eyes a little half lidded.
 
He let out a needy little chuckle. "Oooh, sorry honey~~ I was just thinking about you~~" he said. What happened? Flip of a switch from depressed to needy?
 
"I was.. I'm always thinking about you, Millie..~" he said, slipping further and further into his delusions.
 
"Don't hurt me like that, honey~~" he replied. He was dead serious, but she probably took it lightly.
 
He shuddered and moved to kiss her slowly, his pulse racing, his vision swimming. Yes, yes this is what he needed. Why did he wait? What were they doing before this? Didn't matter now.
 
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