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[more_magic]

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His focus would be drawn to her, is drawn to her, no matter what she's wearing. Still, as she steps back out onto the floor, there's no way he'd ever be able to ignore her. Darlington feels his face heat, but it's more desire than embarrassment.

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[takecourage]

"Yeah. I'll come straight home," she says, slipping out of his lap and picking up her dress, pulling it back on. It does more to blur her nudity than actually hide it. "Think you'll still be up?"

[more_magic]

There's a filthy joke to be made in that, something Darlington's too polite to say even to Alex. Still, the heat of it is in his eyes as he watches her pull her dress back on, her tattoos still like armor against her arms, her collarbones, those snakes twining along her hips. He nods.

"I'll be up."

[takecourage]

"Good," she says, bending to pick up the rest of her clothes. She can already tell that the ache between her thighs isn't going anywhere until she gets home.

"I'll see you later, boo."