Anonymous asked ;   "Hawke, not here, we can--" The remainder of Aveline's train of thought was roughly cut off by a duality: a pair of soft lips at her throat, and a pair of rough fingers at her lips. "Aveline," came the Champion's purr of a response, as she oh-so-carelessly shoved the normally strong and defiant guardswoman 'gainst the filthy Undertown wall.

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Just the word sent a rapturous wave of need and desire tingling down to her core and transformed those strong legs into so much quivering jelly. “I don’t know if you know this about me–” and those fingers slipped between drooling, parted lips, “but I don’t take orders well.”

1. herorecipe-blog said: he,he,he……..
2. cxstodis posted this