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			When he suggested them doing something that involved them peeling away clothes, she hesitated. "Umm... I don't really know." She said, suddenly not nearly as confident in her words as before. "I guess it would be warm enough, but I kind of like these clothes." She said, hugging herself. She wasn't so sure of this anymore. But the more she thought about it, the more it didn't seem too bad. The first time around he went slow, and it actually felt pretty nice. And it wasn't like he was trying her luck again. So why not. "What'd you have in mind?" She asked, immediately regretting that question.
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</blockquote><br/>Trystan smirked, dipping his head to nibble on her neck again, nipping right under her jaw, smiling devilishly up at her. "I like these clothes too. But I think I like what's under them more then I like the outfit." He winked, pulling her close. "I had so many things in mind, but I figured we'd take it slow first. So, why not pick up where we left off?" He grinned at her, raising an eyebrow, lowering his head back to her collarbone. "I can promise you my mouth is good for a lot more then quips and nibbles." The kitsune's tails heated up a little more, except this warmth was a little different. It was hard to explain, but it felt more primal. When he looked into her eyes, his own eyes were smoldering, changing from their regular hue to something brighter, warmer. "Shall we get started?"