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The Green Dress	By : lordoberon Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 20647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books were written by J.K. Rowling. I make no money in the writing of this fanfic.

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Wow, sorry this took AGES in coming! I doubt anyone is even reading this now...anyway, I've been poking at this fic for months after months now, and some good stuff is coming out. It even has a bit of plot, in later chapters. But this one is just silly yumminess.

Apologies for out of character ness. This fic is just silly fun to write.
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The Green Dress
Chapter 2
by Lord Oberon
Blaise was lazing on the dusty couch in the dank, dark basement room when her reply came. Rid of the excellent Bat Bogeys hex thanks to Luna Lovegood, he was not entirely rid of his anger.
After years of people judging him immediately because of the name Zabini, it was torture to be judged by someone whom he genuinely liked, because of something other than his name. It made him angry at himself for having expected anything would work between them, and it made him angry with her, for being such a fucking Weasley.
Blaise had observed them enough times, away from Draco’s acidic remarks, to see that the very same mood they despised in the Malfoys, they had themselves. For although Arthur Weasley liked Muggles, he had created a complex within his children, because of his ongoing spat with Lucius Malfoy. Young and impressionable whenever it had started, they now resented those with money and hated all Slytherins on sight. Especially the youngest two, Ronald and Ginevra. The rest seemed much more reasonable. He’d spoken to Bill Weasley once, regarding his veela girlfriend – now wife – and he’d seemed a decent bloke all around.
After a year of staring at Ginny Weasley, who had developed into possibly the hottest Hogwarts student, Blaise had graduated, thinking she was Potter’s girl. Lucky sod.
A job assisting the centaur Astronomy professor, as well as the newest Potions Professor, Miss Wethra Salar, had brought him back to Hogwarts, and back to ogling Ginny Weasley from the shadows.
He should have stayed in the shadows, instead of groping her. He should have stuck to prostitutes and older women and the sexually curious witches...not Ginny Weasley, a noted player of men, with an appetite he’d only glimpsed so far, and a body that every man wanted. He was used to women being easy, but that had gotten dull.
Ginny Weasley was a challenge. She wasn’t just someone that looked like they’d be amazing in bed. She was a brain, clearing all her classes with good grades...alas that she was prejudiced, as Weasley, and perhaps a bit of drama, as well.
He loved the red, red hair. It had struck him the first time he saw it, years ago. Now it was long and wavy just a little, and fell down her back almost to the crack of that bubbly bum. Her breasts, which he’d had the surprising fortune to touch now, were the best at Hogwarts. And they were even au natural. He wanted a taste of them with his tongue...
Her next letter read:
Mr. Blaise Zabini, your game is up. What will you do now?
“Shit. And I so liked playing the mysterious card. It was fun.”
He wrote back: Thank you for not running away screaming. Care to visit?
He wrote down his room number and gave directions, and then on second thought added: Come with the Invisibility Cloak.
The fast reply, written with sloppy handwriting: I don’t have it.
He licked his lips. Oh. She didn’t realize that he was one who’d felt her up outside the shop was him? Well. She had known it wasn’t Potter, because she’d asked his identity. Hmm. It seemed Ginny Weasley was used to stalkers. And she hadn’t been adverse to a strange man feeling her up, that was for sure...she’d loved his touching. God, she was such a hot item, though. He bet someone had already taken her virginity. Maybe Potter. Though probably not, considering his awkwardness around anything with breasts. Plus, he’d heard a floating rumor that the two were broken up.
He wrote: You have mine. I know it’s fun playing with. We can go places together. Unless that would remind you too much of Potter.
The reply: You are a clever, conniving, awful bastard, you know that?
He smiled. “Slytherin, after all.”
In case she did come by, he set about fixing the room. A few whisks with his wand was all it took to clean it. He conjured some candles to put on the table by the couch. He neatened the book shelf, and straightened the tapestry on the wall, and fluffed the couch pillows. He opened up the window, which looked out to Hogwarts grounds – literally, the ground, unfortunately.
It was a shabby room, but Blaise had wanted it. The decadence at his mother’s house made him feel claustrophobic sometimes. Here, he was in a little box, but it was his little box, and it was simple. It had everything he needed, nothing more, nothing less.
It wasn’t very impressive, but he knew it didn’t matter. The way Ginny had looked at him in the dress shop already told him she wanted him. But what really mattered now was what she would say, since she knew his identity. He hadn’t given her time to think, to contemplate her prejudices. But he wanted to see her. It was like an addiction. His eyes always wanted to drink in the sight of her.
It was roughly half an hour later when a knock came on the door. He put down the bottle of Fire Whiskey he’d started, and brightened the room with a glowing spell dangling from the ceiling. No need to appear too threatening; he was already in a basement room, after all. That was bad enough.
He cleared his throat and then unlocked the door, hoping it wasn’t one of his supervising professors.
The hallway was empty. He smirked, and then laughed when a small hand emerged from the cloak and pushed against his chest.
“Well,” she whispered, “Are you going to just stand there, or are you coming with me?”
He pushed the Cloak from her head, because he couldn’t stand not seeing her anymore. Her blue eyes gleamed in the dim light and her hair was static because of the Cloak. She was gorgeous. He noticed that she wore, not robes, but a blue blouse with trousers. The blouse had a lacy neckline that gave a nice view of her cleavage. Mmm, he wanted it. He couldn’t help looking at her breasts, because they were so delectable. He looked a little longer than necessary, though, for when he looked back up she was almost frowning at him, but laughter lay in her eyes.
“I was hoping to invite you in.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, and so was every other man who ever invited me to his flat, common room, what have you. Come on.”
He was surprised at the ease and comfort she showed, as she grabbed his hand in her small one, and dragged him under the Cloak. Merlin, he was right next to her. He grinned to himself, and kept holding her hand.
They walked silently, up a couple flights of stairs, past the Room of Requirement (thankfully; that would have been cliché on her part), then out to a balcony, where she handed him the Cloak and clambered quite nimbly onto a slanting section of roof. There she sat, feet dangling into darkness.
“Alright.”Blaise followed her, and sat down beside her.
He watched her stare out into the darkness, taking in the low back of her blouse, which revealed a freckled pair of shoulder blades. She wore dark casual trousers along with it, which had fun little silver beads swirled over the arse pockets. Heh. Muggle clothing was so funny sometimes.
“You’re so quiet,” she said. “Don’t you have anything to say?”
He flicked a curl out of his face when the night breeze put it there. “You start.”
She lay back, and he watched as she licked her lips nervously. Mmm, that made him think of the kiss. It was a good kiss. Funny how that had been just earlier today.
“I have to get this out of the way. It just buzzes in my mind. Your mother, and her killing all those men...what’s she like? How do you...do you support that?”
Damn. He was hoping they could wait on that, and have a normal conversation about normal things. But neither of them were particularly normal, dull people. Thank Merlin.
“Of course I don’t support it. It’s senseless, reasonless, and stupid. You have to realize – my mother is completely mad. She doesn’t realize what she’s doing half the time. Her anger comes upon her suddenly. Sometimes it’s not even anger, but sadness. She has too much going on in her mind all at once...or too little. She doesn’t understand it, when she kills them. She doesn’t do it with the intention to kill. She’s not like a Death Eater. I don’t know if you’ve read any of the reports on her from years ago, but she rarely uses the Killing Curse.”
Ginny shivered beside him. “That almost makes it worse. Have...have you seen her do it? I mean...how could you not stop her?”
“If I’d wanted to not have an education, I could have babysat her for the entirety of my teenage years. I could have let Mungos take her, or Azkaban. But she’s the only person that I’m certain loves me, and I her. She may be a killer, but she is still my mother.”
Ginny was quiet for a little. But then she whirled to face him, angry. “But how can you have that on your conscience? If she was in Mungos, all those men would still be alive! Don’t you stop her?”
Oh Merlin. This was really becoming a thing, wasn’t it? This was why he couldn’t have real relationships with anyone. The topic of his mother always came in the middle.
“I have tried to stop her before. I’ve even succeeded. But I paid for it. Look.”
He lifted up his shirt, and showed her the scars. One white line across his belly, long and jagged, and another on his chest, shaped like an X. Then there was the burn, wrinkled and red and patchy across one shoulder.
“She would have killed me, in her madness, if I always tried to stop her. One man who escaped, name of Sean, he joined the Death Eaters. He’s dead now. Another one, he quit magic and he’s a lawyer in London now. And a third, he disappeared into the world. My mother wasn’t always mad. When I was a boy, we travelled all over, and I learned to appreciate Muggles. Some say that my mother was cursed by the wizards in her country, India. They’re excellent at wandless magic there and like to pose as yogis. But I stuck by my mother’s side as a child. I never saw any curse. It’s a genetic issue. My great-great grandparents had the same thing, but instead of causing the killing pattern in them, they had other patterns. Drugs, abuse, sex, what have you. I’m fortunate that I’m mentally stable and passed Hogwarts with flying marks enough that people maybe sometimes look beyond my name on the parchment.”
He took a deep breath after all of that, and lay down. Why had he just told her all that? It was stupid. It was not something he would usually ever tell a girl that he wanted in her trousers. He hadn’t told anyone all of that before, except pieces and bits to Theo Nott and other friends.
Ginny Weasley was more than just a girl he wanted to fuck, though. Already she felt like more. He wasn’t just ‘on a conquest.’
She turned to him, and shook her head sadly. “I’m sorry I judged you on the spot. You have quite the life. I thought mine was dramatic, with Tom Riddle and having Harry Potter as a boyfriend and all, but...you deal with a lot more.”
Good. At least she knew it. He hoped she was grateful for the family she had. Every time he saw them together, he envied them. Even if they were an awfully annoying boisterous bunch, it seemed they had fun together.
Time to change the topic. “How’s it going with Potter, anyhow?”
Anger flashed in her face and then she turned away suddenly. “I...broke it off with him.”
He had heard enough and seen enough of the relationship to tell it had been more on her side than his, always. Too bad it had taken her so long to realize it. But thank Merlin Potter was so stupid as to lose her. Otherwise Blaise wouldn’t be here right now. “You’re still torn up about it, because you loved him...right?”
She sighed. “Yes.”
“Hmmm.”Blaise ran his hands across his thighs. “Shame. Guess I can’t kiss you anymore, then...”
She turned back, and just looked at him. He loved the way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and the sexy smirk that was turning her lips. Unbidden, his hand reached out and dove into her hair, where he let it play and toss and curl a strand of hair around a finger.
She laughed. “Blaise Zabini, I know you’re a womanizer and you know I’m not new to a man’s attention. If you want to kiss me, I can’t stop you.”
“Womanizer? I wouldn’t say that. I just have excellent taste and want to sample all the flavours before I pick just one...”
Having her look at him for so long, with desire in her eyes, stirred him up a little. He leaned in, and forcefully took his kiss. God, her lips were perfect and smooth and plump, and when he put his tongue in her mouth she moaned so good.
He kissed her hard, hungry, sucking and licking, exploring her tongue and playing with it, pushing. His arms went around her, and it was cold, so he pulled her close. She let him.
When he ran out of breath, he pulled back a little, and after taking a few breaths he continued down, sweeping kisses down her smooth white throat. She threw her head back, breathing a pleased sigh. She liked to be touched and paid attention to. It was like a guarantee for her. He felt that from her mood.
Then he got closer to her perfect, firm breasts. Mmm. He didn’t let himself stop and ask, but dove in – right into her cleavage, where he stroked a little with his tongue. Mmm, he was hard, and he wanted everything. He wanted to undress her and see her laid out before him. He wanted to spank her perfect bottom. He wanted to have her small hands on his cock – even better, her mouth.
When he made a move to undo her bra, sidling a hand up her back, she twisted away just a little. Breathless, she said, “Not yet.”
He put his head up from lavishing the V of her cleavage with kisses. “Why?”
“I like to be pursued.”
“That’s a stupid reason. What’s the real one?”
He watched her gulp in nervousness. Her voice became small when she said, “I’m, I’m a virgin.”
He laughed, and then saw the serious look on her face. “Really?” He sat back, away from her, looking at her.
Her sombre expression said yes. There was trepidation in her gaze, glancing away from him and then back, and nervousness in the set of her mouth. Blaise swallowed hard, and couldn’t help but look at her differently. Ginny Weasley, the scarlet woman, the hot tot, the woman every man wanted and some had tasted...hadn’t even been fully had and enjoyed by any man? She hadn’t given herself even to Potter? She’d let Blaise touch her breasts, kiss her, and she hadn’t even experienced a proper orgasm? Such a beautiful thing as her...
Oh Merlin Christ. It could be him. He could take her. With her long legs and perky breasts and bouncy bottom, as if those weren’t good enough, now she also had a wet, hot, tight well just waiting to be broken and tasted, waiting for completion and screaming pounding orgasm and maybe she hadn’t even had any tongues down there yet...
He felt his face flush and his muscles tense and his cock get harder. Lord, he wanted it to be him. But she didn’t want to give herself away so fast.
He couldn’t help the reaction that came out of him – a sound of surprise mixed with a growl of desire. He licked his lips, and couldn’t really say anything for a moment, because his reaction was visceral. His cock positively pounded and twitched in his trousers, and he wondered if she saw it. She was fairly observant. Had she even touched any of her blokes?
He decided to go the safe route: “I’m sorry if I offended you.”
She snorted. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I just read it all in you. You want me even more now.”
He growled and looked away. “Who wouldn’t. You’re like Rowena Ravenclaw reincarnated. You’re every fantasy known to man packed in one fiery hot fuckable body with a brain and a sense of humor to boot. You’re like God’s gift to men, in one person.”
That eased her tension away, even though he hadn’t intended it, only spit out what he thought. She giggled. “Well thank you.”
He swallowed hard, and then he could bear to look at her. God, he wanted to have her hand on his aching cock, or have her in his lap grinding over him....
She smiled at him, which only made it more unbearable that he couldn’t have her right now. He frowned and then sighed. “So. Are you hungry?”
She nodded.
They snuck to the kitchens, got pies and sweets from the elves, and then returned to his room. There, they gobbled it down, and then she stretched out on his couch and started to fall asleep.
Yawning, she saw him looking at her and said, “Don’t think about it. The doctor said no excessive movement for a couple of days.” Her eyes glittered with amusement.
He swore. “You’re impossible. I wish you hadn’t told me. I could’ve thought of you as ‘another conquest,’ as you said, if I hadn’t talked to you anymore, and if I hadn’t known you’re a virgin. How on earth did you not give yourself to Potter, if you loved him so much?”
It was driving him crazy. He almost wished Potter had had her, so he wouldn’t have to be tortured with the idea of having a gorgeous, fresh redheaded virgin all for his taking.
She frowned up at the ceiling. “He didn’t know how to make me feel appreciated. He barely even kissed me.” Her fingertips absentmindedly brushed over her lips. “I wanted more.”
Blaise groaned aloud. “What a dunce. He must be a poof.”
Ginny laughed. “No! No, he isn’t. He’s just oblivious.”
Blaise leapt up from his chair, sat down on the couch, and pulled her into his lap. “Here’s what he should have done.”
He kissed her again, hard and long. He glided his tongue along hers, slow, good, so that she moaned. At the same time, he held her to him by her waist, and with his other hand, he unbuttoned the three little buttons on the top of her blouse. Slowly, he slid a hand in past her lacy bra. Note that she liked lace.
Then his hand was on her full breasts, and she was moaning. He groped her firmly, with just the right pressure, and used his thumb to swirl around a nipple. When it was erect and happy, just as he liked, he gently brushed the tip of his thumb over it. To his surprise, she gasped in enjoyment. That was a strong reaction. He did it again, and then took his thumb and forefinger and rubbed the nipple between his fingertips.
She moaned low and pushed against him, and at the same time her hips pushed down into his lap. Fuck that was good. She swallowed hard and then said with chapped lips, “Harder.”
He rubbed her nipple harder between his fingertips, and then when she eased her hips down again in his lap, he went a little faster. His cock was happy when she began to grind down slowly; she was gasping and moaning, even though he hadn’t even put his tongue on her breasts yet.
“Are they always this sensitive?” Maybe it was her time of the month or something.
“Yes,” she gasped, “Mmmmmmno one ever knows...h-how to take care of them...”
She panted, licking her lips, and then shoved some hair out of her face. Blaise kissed her again. At the same time, with both hands he treated her sensitive, fantastic breasts.
When he pulled away from the second kiss, he pulled the shirt off. He paused to admire her cleavage and pay attention to her lacy bra; women liked when men noticed their decorative bras, it seemed. It was a good prep for taking it off, which he did. Then he sat back to just look at her. Her neck was sweaty and her eyes half open, gazing at him with lust and joy and fulfilment. The red hair he loved was in a frenzied wave across her shoulders. Her firm arse was on his thighs, and he could feel heat from her groin where she sat on his lap. His cock was thrusting up against her thigh, and for a virgin she didn’t seem to mind much. She had a slender waist, but round hips, perfect for holding. Her skin was very pale, and dotted with freckles here and there. That was cute.
Her breasts were so perfect. They were round and firm, and now glistened a little with sweat. Her nipples were round and big, a dark pink. The flush on her face poured down her neck and chest, and was very becoming.
He slid his hand to the side of her left breast, and leaned down to kiss that full, jiggling flesh. She gasped his name this time, and shoving her hands into his hair, pulled and twisted with his every move.
When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he licked her nipples. She yelped a little, and then immediately pushed his head so that his mouth was forced to take her nipple into his mouth. “Please,” she moaned, “God you’re good.”
Pride flushed in him, his hungry cock just burning for release soon. He laughed within his throat, and began to suck slowly.
“Blaise, oh Blaise, OHHH,” and she was rocking over him again, moaning better than any whore he’d had, and he had her nipple in his mouth. He sucked it harder and harder, feeling the pleasure building and building in him. Merlin this was good! He loved how sensitive she was.
He sucked her other nipple then, playing with the other breast. As she was rocking against him more and more forcefully, he slid one hand down between them. Taking her hand, he put it on his chest. He wanted her to feel even more comfortable with him.
When he pulled away, he watched her panting, delight in her eyes and a smile on her face. His cock positively ached. He wanted her so bad. He didn’t want to scare her away, but he just had to do something for it. So he slid back a little, so she was further out on his legs. Then he took off his shirt with a shrug, and put a hand over his crotch and rubbed over the tent that had built there.
Embarrassed, she stood up and sat back in her chair, watching him. Slowly, to give her a bit of a show, he undid the belt, and flung it away. Then he unbuckled his trousers and unzipped them very. Slowly.
She rolled her eyes at his show. She was still flush. Her virgin shyness was revealed with how tightly she gripped her knees, and effectively covered her nipples with her arms.
Shame, that. He squirmed out of his trousers. When the bulge of his cock in his shorts was revealed, he saw the nervous gulp.
He groaned the moment that he began to fist his grip up his cock. Fuck it was hard. “Excuse me,” he groaned huskily, “You brought me to the brink. If you don’t mind...”
She shook her head when he put his fingertips inside his shorts, and he saw that as not minding. So he shucked out of the shorts, and began to rub hard circles with his thumb. His eyes were almost shut, and he was breathing hard, but he kept an eye on her. Seeing him naked, her eyes were bright, and her jaw dropped, before she closed it self-consciously. Mmm, she liked his cock. He could tell by her body language. She opened up, arms falling away, legs falling away, and just lay back on her chair, staring at his show. Her eyes were fixated on how he was playing with himself.
Remembering her sounds and jiggling over him, he shut his eyes. He was stroking harder now over his cock, really strong. Then he rubbed the head, groaning, and then played with the tip. Pleasure flooded him. He used his other hand to stroke, even while he squeezed and tickled the head. Merlin this would be better if she was licking him. But what to do? He imagined it, anyway...her full mouth sucking...the red hair...her eyes bright and mischievous...the suction of her lips and the heat of her tongue...
A loud moan burst out of him as he rubbed and stroked one more time, and then he came hard and short bursting across his belly. Mmmmm it was a good orgasm. Strong. He hadn’t had one like it in a long while.
He sat catching his breath, looking at her. She had her knees in front of her chest again, and he could see the crotch of her trousers. He licked his lips, taking a good long look there, and then looked away. Some day. But not yet. Ah, waiting...
He looked back at her, and she was just taking him all in. Grinning, he stretched out and put his arms behind his head. “You like what you see?”
She recovered her sensibilities and woman’s scorn in a moment, caught staring and embarrassed. “You really like to put on a show, Zabini. You’re a real attention whore.”
“Hmm, so it’s ‘Zabini’ now, eh? What happened to ‘Blaise, Blaise, oh Blaise’?”
She blushed a deep tomato red. “An embarrassing lapse of thought, in hindsight.”
“Oh come on,” he slammed his hand on the couch. “You loved it. You can’t deny it. You have a sexual appetite like a man, and fortunately you’re in a gorgeous woman’s body, so I can help you out with your difficulty.”
She laughed at his teasing, and he smiled. It was fun teasing her. He liked good conversation and witty banter with women, too.
“You are such an arrogant prat. Now can you please put some clothes on?” She asked.
He smirked. “Why, so you won’t be tempted to go down on your knees right now?” He raised his hips up, showing off his cock.
“NO!” She stood up angrily. “You think you’re all that!”
He laughed as she threw his trousers at him. “Maybe I am. I did just get you to lose your virgin coolness towards me, after all. You forgot something,” he pointed to his shorts on the floor.
“You get them.”
He laughed. “Can’t move. I’m too busy staring at your gorgeous tits. I love how they move when you’re whirling around in anger or jolting around in Quidditch.”
“Argh!” She picked his shorts up from the floor and hung them out in front of him, even while covering her breasts with one arm across them.
“No need to be so shy now,” he murmured, smiling. He grabbed her wrist, and pulled her down on top of him. Sparks flew from her wand. When had she gotten that out?
“See, doesn’t it feel good like this? You only have a couple layers left.”
Her body felt so good over him, her breasts against his chest warm and soft. He put a hand on the waistline of her trousers.
Ginny stood up and sparks spat from her wand viciously. “You’re getting too proud of yourself. Don’t be like all the rest. I just want to smack you.”
He stood up, too, and flashed her a bit of arse before putting his shorts and trousers back on. “Be my guest. I like punishment.”
“Argh!” She glared at him, and he smirked in return.
He handed her the lacy bra and blouse, and she put them on, and then walked towards the door. He followed her there.
“When can we do this again?”
Ginny huffed. “Never. You’re a total prat.”
A pang of unease shot into him. “Why, because I gave you what you were begging for? You wanted it, you’re the one who let me kiss you and bounced in my lap and-”
“Not so loud!” she whispered. She put the Invisibility Cloak back on.
“Hey.” He grabbed it, and it fell down to reveal her head. “That’s mine.”
She frowned at him sadly. “Can I...borrow it? I want to explore.”
“So do I.” He gave his message by combing over her with his gaze. “Lend it to you if you come back tomorrow night?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I’m not so easy, Zabini. You insult me.”
Oh damn. Now it was getting into the danger zone. Back off. He went too far. He just wanted her too much.
“I’m sorry. I’ve been far too bold tonight. Apologies also if I traumatized you by talking about my mother. It just sortof spilled out of me. Borrow the Cloak for a week, if you want. Just return it in tip top shape. No more holes than it already has.”
“I didn’t know they could get holes.”
He shrugged. “Guess so.”
She looked at the room behind him and said, “Wait, why are you here at Hogwarts, anyway? You’re done with studies.”
He pointed to the bookshelf and the cauldron full of potions ingredients. “I’m assistant for Potions and Astronomy.”
“Astronomy?”
“Yes. I’m quite good at it. I’m also good at Charms, Herbology, and Care of Magical Creatures.”
She rolled her eyes. “Thanks for the credentials. I’m also good at Charms, and I like Care of Magical Creatures. You do any DADA?”
He barked a laugh. “My life at my mother’s was all about DADA. Many of her husbands had a taste for the darker magics. I had to study potions just so I could survive. Too many men wanted to poison me so that they didn’t have to bother with the kid. Also so that when they took the Zabini name – on my mother’s insistence - I wouldn’t get their money when they died. But that didn’t work out for them, because they all died sooner than they expected. My mother has taken most of it from me, anyhow.”
“There you go letting your mouth run again,” Ginny said quietly. He could tell he had shaken her.
“At least it let me get you that green dress,” he said.
“Green – Slytherin, of course you’d pick that one.”
“It was simply the best one on you.”
She nodded an embarrassed thank you, and disappeared under the Cloak. “Good night.”
“Night.”
With a sigh, he shut the door, and fell into a fitful sleep an hour later, after another good, solid wank.
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