[Well, it's definitely working, because she moans again, louder this time, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He kisses down her neck and she lets out a shaky sort of breath, her voice still low and rough.]
God, Alfie.
[Alright, he's allowed to be smug this time. He's earning it.]
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God, Alfie.
[Alright, he's allowed to be smug this time. He's earning it.]