Quiet and forgettable, she thinks, as questions go. Especially forgettable, she thinks, in the wake of that not at all ticklish reaction, which has her looking at Morrigan with quirked brow and a little twinge at the corner of her mouth.
"Morrigan."
Her name sounds awfully akin to, what was that? while her fingers trail all the more lightly up Morrigan's sides and over her ribs.
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Quiet and forgettable, she thinks, as questions go. Especially forgettable, she thinks, in the wake of that not at all ticklish reaction, which has her looking at Morrigan with quirked brow and a little twinge at the corner of her mouth.
"Morrigan."
Her name sounds awfully akin to, what was that? while her fingers trail all the more lightly up Morrigan's sides and over her ribs.