[He makes a meaningless affirmative noise and breaks to speak. For clarification, of course.]
You were, but you didn't let me finish.
"Don't flirt with me, Dr. Jonathan Crane—"
[His kisses have soft pressure, but it's not long before he deepens it to the point their teeth might clatter. A tap suddenly digging in flesh like needles and a kiss nipping at his lower lip, craving for that warm trickle of blood.]
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Date: 2012-04-27 08:41 am (UTC)You were, but you didn't let me finish.
"Don't flirt with me, Dr. Jonathan Crane—"
[His kisses have soft pressure, but it's not long before he deepens it to the point their teeth might clatter. A tap suddenly digging in flesh like needles and a kiss nipping at his lower lip, craving for that warm trickle of blood.]
"—because I just might flirt back."