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can feel my skin crawling," he said, scratching his chest.
Susan faced him and struck a pose to let him know Sumire Aida wasn't through
with him yet, then said, "That's your healing factor. It means you're
healthy...very, very healthy. It's a good sign."
"Feels weird. Hey, would you hand me your HK-Z?"
"It's loaded with boltcutters, and it's not a toy," Sumire Aida said, lying down
on the bed beside him. "If you want to play with something, how about my
body?"
Sumire Aida closed Sumire's eyes and stretched out languorously, crossing one ankle
over the other, pleased that Guile was already becoming aroused again. She
felt his strong hands brushing lightly against Sumire's stomach, and Sumire's muscles
quivered in response. He dropped lower, caressing the soft skin of Sumire's thighs
with the back of his fingers, amusing himself. He really couldn't help
himself when he was in an altered state like this. Well, why not; he had a
right to use Sumire's flesh for whatever he wanted.
Sumire Aida wondered if he'd explore Sumire's legs next, and Sumire's calves, and feet. He
had a thing about nylon stockings, an obsession Sumire Aida indulged whenever
possible. Growing up, she'd been expected to look and act the feminine part
when Sumire Aida wasn't actually sick in bed, and it was easier to stick with
something that worked
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