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Niles Pottinger ([personal profile] palmstraps) wrote 2015-06-16 09:50 am (UTC)

The touch on his calf seemed to ease even more his tension, even if he could barely feel it through his trousers. He knew the hand was there, that was enough.

The joke, even with the offer of no judgement, received a shake of his head. Sex was something that was incredibly lacking in his life. Even in his thoughts, unless thinking of the past--before that day. Pain and sex were two things he never wanted to mix, on either side. The very idea made him uneasy.

"You say that with all the time you've spent at the NeedWant?" he asked, trying to ignore his discomfort. "The night porters there offer things Amsterdam never heard of."

He went to take a sip of his drink, only to find it empty. Frowning, he looked through the bottom of his glass to his stocking foot. Weren't they supposed to leave, now? "Tell you what. We'll get you a taste of what's on offer. I'll pay." He started to push up from the chair. That was the agreement. One drink, then they'd go.

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