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[Oh, well, if she insists on pulling him between her legs, he'll lean his hip against the counter, comfortably braced against her knee. He smirks a little as he runs a finger over the mark on his skin, thankful for a moment that she's at least placed it low enough that it won't show. He prefers to keep his private life private, but he won't mind catching glimpses of it in the mirror for a few days.] Don't apologize.

[Then he leans forward to examine that bare spot on her shoulder.] Right here? Hmm. [He presses a kiss to it before straightening and taking another long drink of coffee.] Shame. That would look good on you too.