[She could bottle the Becket musk and make millions. Just saying.
Raleigh twists his hand in her grip, just so he can thread their fingers together. He's a little surprised that he's still able to skate because he's pretty sure that he can't even feel his legs, can't feel anything but her hand in his because he's just-- so fucking happy that he's numb.
Does that make sense?]
I didn't really mean tonight. I don't think I could sit still long enough to eat.
[But he'd be damn good for some marathon celebratory sex, just saying.]
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Raleigh twists his hand in her grip, just so he can thread their fingers together. He's a little surprised that he's still able to skate because he's pretty sure that he can't even feel his legs, can't feel anything but her hand in his because he's just-- so fucking happy that he's numb.
Does that make sense?]
I didn't really mean tonight. I don't think I could sit still long enough to eat.
[But he'd be damn good for some marathon celebratory sex, just saying.]