"Mm," Puck concedes, fingers skimming over Havelock's stomach through the fabric of his shirt. (The fairy, of course, began without.) "Well-- you may take comfort, at least, that you shall die sated."
His fingers dip a little lower, pausing at Havelock's waistband.
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Date: 2011-09-15 05:31 am (UTC)His fingers dip a little lower, pausing at Havelock's waistband.
"Or I suppose we might be quick."