She definitely didn't have any sort of objection to him carrying her like that. It kind of relieved her that he didn't ... snap in half or something when he picked her up, honestly. Lyssandra nuzzled her face into the curve of his neck while he carried her and then let out a soft sound once he set her down on the bed and smirked, trailing a hand up the middle of his chest.
Yeah, he knew her pretty well -- that was something she didn't want to think about. That meant that he knew exactly what to do to rile her up, and even if it made the sex fucking incredible it also made it really fucking hard to kick him out the next day. That was how things had gotten started the final time around, and it had taken her almost two months to kick his arse out for good.
"Just don't fuck this up," sounded softer than she'd meant it to, unfortunately.
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