You can was not the same as please do, and Kavinsky sat on the edge of the bed. It was a gentle, almost demure gesture. He smoothed the edge of the bedspread and watched Poison through thick, dark lashes.
"Why don't you tell me," Kavinsky suggested softly, "how you'd like me to get naked. And then we'll go from there. Hm?"
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Date: 2016-08-31 12:52 am (UTC)"Why don't you tell me," Kavinsky suggested softly, "how you'd like me to get naked. And then we'll go from there. Hm?"