[She groans in frustration, a little at his lack of response to the teasing, moreso as his fingers pull away, leaving her insides empty and aching. She grabs the back of his head, leans forward and nips the top of his ear.]
Come on!
[It's both frustrated and playful. Her other hand moves down from his nipple, scraping her nails across his stomach.
Never a plaything. In love, in war, in work and play, in friendship and hate, there is one indisputable constant: she will not sit idly by.]
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Come on!
[It's both frustrated and playful. Her other hand moves down from his nipple, scraping her nails across his stomach.
Never a plaything. In love, in war, in work and play, in friendship and hate, there is one indisputable constant: she will not sit idly by.]