[She backs off to finagle with the oven before turning it off entirely. If the thing burns, so be it. There's plenty of back up options stocked away so the fae heads back to tug him towards the bedroom.
Pushing him onto the bed, her pants are soon discarded and she straddles him with a pleased now.]
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Pushing him onto the bed, her pants are soon discarded and she straddles him with a pleased now.]
I'm thinking more than that, mutt.