Oh, good. At least she didn't break the skin, Sheryl thinks, and at least Slaine isn't too upset with her. She's about to suggest that they pick up the scene from where they left off, when she sees that he's holding that cup of water and frowns. "Slaine, what on earth is that fo--!"
Her question turns into a yelping shriek as he pours the cold water onto her collar, the frigid liquid running down her chest, into her cleavage and over her breasts, soaking the (rather expensive) sheer robe and leaving her shivering.
"Slaine!" she says, the fire he knows all too well returning to her voice. "You ass, what was that for?!"
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Date: 2016-11-23 04:43 am (UTC)Her question turns into a yelping shriek as he pours the cold water onto her collar, the frigid liquid running down her chest, into her cleavage and over her breasts, soaking the (rather expensive) sheer robe and leaving her shivering.
"Slaine!" she says, the fire he knows all too well returning to her voice. "You ass, what was that for?!"
Other than, you know. Biting you.