<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily</strong><br/><br/>He looked down at her as she knelt. She was blushed in that soft way. A way he was enjoying as much as working up the appetite as he got her to the blushing stage.<br/><br/>His hand on one of those little rectangles. He never understood why finger food couldn't at least resemble proper food that fit the fingers and didn't drip BarBQ sauce on the napkin. A proper stab of minced meat pie instead of a thin spread of spam between two cooked slices of flour and yeast but he didn't tell her that. He brought the rectangle close to her lips and spoke softly.<br/><br/>"Don't bite my fingers."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>