[ They tumble into his bed, Pyrrha guiding him to it, letting him touch her, letting him kiss her, like it's the last time. As soon as they're lying in bed, Pyrrha on top of him, there's a sudden urgency to his movements. Now, his hands grab more than caress, his kisses more intent. His legs spread around hers, a sigh on the tip of his tongue when she pulls away. ]
Or you could stay, and we could do this more than once every few months...
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Or you could stay, and we could do this more than once every few months...