killertrack: (Baby2-04)
Baby. B-A-B-Y, Baby. ([personal profile] killertrack) wrote in [community profile] cuddlecity 2017-09-21 11:54 am (UTC)

[ His stomach drops when she mentions the private tents. Sure, he's seen them, walked past without looking, his eyes choosing to stay on the tables and the food and nothing else, not wanting to disrupt anyone's sense of privacy. The private tents were more of an illusion than anything else, but the idea of being able to lie Isabelle in one, look at her sprawled on cushions and blankets - the idea makes him shiver once more, and he nods, the tip of his tongue touching the tip of her finger. ]

Isabelle, you have no idea how much I want to.

[ She might, actually, have an inkling, considering how closely pressed together they are. His erection is not exactly subtle, after all. With his heart beating up a storm in his chest, he goes to stand, helping Isabelle back to her feet as well, and letting her lead him to one of the tents, everything looking a little hazy when his eyes move around.

Inside, they are draped in golds and dark reds and purples, rich and decadent. It's not exactly anything Baby is used to, and he looks at it all with awe on his face. ]


Wow.

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