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May. 4th, 2014 03:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
butfortheirvirtue[It hadn't been more than a fleeting thought, at first.
...okay. Okay, maybe he had thought about it for a minute or two, but he wouldn't have acted on it, would he? Not of his own accord.
But these things he had ended up with didn't really listen to reason, and every time he had tried to grab them and pull them back another had extended without his consent. So now there are about three blue-white tendrils stuffed down Thomas' shirt and squirming around and between her breasts and they're. rubbing.
It doesn't help that the sensation he gets from the tendrils (god knows why he even feels anything from them, if they're attached) is so...well. Familiar.
He just desperately hopes that she don't wake up before he manages to get to his feet and leave.]
...okay. Okay, maybe he had thought about it for a minute or two, but he wouldn't have acted on it, would he? Not of his own accord.
But these things he had ended up with didn't really listen to reason, and every time he had tried to grab them and pull them back another had extended without his consent. So now there are about three blue-white tendrils stuffed down Thomas' shirt and squirming around and between her breasts and they're. rubbing.
It doesn't help that the sensation he gets from the tendrils (god knows why he even feels anything from them, if they're attached) is so...well. Familiar.
He just desperately hopes that she don't wake up before he manages to get to his feet and leave.]
