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Cosima watched him for a few moments before getting out of bed; taking off her pajama shorts and shirt. “Can you hand me the dress?”
Alistair nodded, humming under his breath and grabbing the dress for her, before turning around. His mouth went dry and his eyes went dark as they roamed unapologetically up and down her body, slowly slinking up to her, before he stopped in front of her and pressed her dress into her hands. “…You know, suddenly, lunch doesn’t sound quite as appealing…”
With a where'll she removed her bra, grabbing the dress and putting it on. "Too bad, I'm starving. We can have sex later." She made her way into the bathroom, brushing her hair and straightening it out a little bit before doing some minimum makeup. After about 15 minutes she walked out. "Do I look ok?"















