[Vasquez can't help but snort at the response, easing up a little even if she hasn't said much at all. He's all for a few rounds in bed, keeping a casual friendship outside of it, but after his one attempt at doing this right, he's learned that this place doesn't seem built for something more regular than that.
Worse, when it comes to responding, he can still hear the music in his head, hear the way he wants to reply with it. It's not going to be pretty, but at least he thinks it will be honest enough.]
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Worse, when it comes to responding, he can still hear the music in his head, hear the way he wants to reply with it. It's not going to be pretty, but at least he thinks it will be honest enough.]
As if I never said the words. I want, I want you first, only thing that can quench my thirst.