"My winning personality?" She asked playful sarcasm heavy in her voice as she shivered from the kiss he'd pressed to the back of her neck. Unconsciously she rubbed her right wrist where the cuff had rubbed against her skin turning it bright red with irritation though no real damage was done.<br/><br/>Relaxed leaning back into his chest she bunched up[ the material of the right leg of the outfit as you would for nylons and lifted her leg drawing it up to her chest and slipping on the first leg then repeating the process with the next. Lifting her hips she slipped the garment up to her hips before settling back against him half 'dressed' if you could even call it that.<br/><br/>His last question lingered in her mind even after her quick sarcastic responce. She had no clue really why he'd even put up with her. She'd been a pain almost from the moment she'd met him and still he not only put up with her but was by far the nicest male she'd met in the last decade and the only one she trusted.<br/><br/>Turning her head slightly so she could look up at him she curled up in his lap, "What do you like about me?" She asked real curiosity in her voice instead of the normal fishing for compliments most girls would do in the same situation.